While shopping at Lowes on International Women’s Day, I suddenly found myself trailing an awesome redhead woman within its cavernous expanse. Coincidentally, we ended up on the same checkout queue and had a brief conversation, but I, unlike me, didn’t keep it going, in order to get her number! OMG! I’m smitten and yet to be forgivin’. So yes, I submit this sonnet – which will definitely be included in my forthcoming book – to the universe, so it may, with the help of Saint Jude, assure that our paths soon again cross.

“My height redhead, you inspire me to write.
How I dug the way you shop Lowes walking,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the sleepwalking.

Let me compare you to a gorgeous arch?
You are more sexy, sensuous and right.
Light clouds dull the timely flowers of March,
And the springtime has your womanly slight.

How may I love you? In so many ways.
I loved your boots, olive green top and jeans.
Your petite beige purse reminds me the day.
I failed to think of what to say most cunning .

Now I must away with a lonely heart,
Remember my right words until we’re not apart.”