I, Spy

She sees right through him.
The fedora is a front,
a ruse
her ebony eyes, wry smile.

He plays right to her.
Dances along through this
they’ve fashioned;
woman of substance, man of style.



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8 Responses to I, Spy

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Written for a great visual prompt over at The Mag:

    Image by Sarolta Ban.

  2. markwindham says:

    Love it, think I hear tango music playing….

  3. brian miller says:

    a fine dance indeed…smiles….enjoyed.

  4. Beautifully captured, image and words totally in-sync!

  5. Sue Anderson says:

    Like cool jazz.


  6. Bill Jango says:

    Whoaa, feel that love !

  7. Tess Kincaid says:

    The fedora is a front…indeed…

  8. Lindy Lee says:

    Another good job, whimsygizmo; you’ve a gift, an envy…

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