He wore a pink seersucker suit, bold as brass without a hat
driving an open-air black jeep,
could be for his sister’s wedding, hoping to bag a bridesmaid.
The targeted woman needs to ask either, do rednecks wear pink
or do gentlemen drive jeeps?
The wide net he’s thrown could catch, co-ed drop-outs, a feminist cat,
a sod-buster’s daughter, a debutant rejection, or a deflowered victim,
Or the girl of his dreams, soft faced, downcast eyes, luminous hair
with bouncing bosoms,
One who would appreciate his manly attributes.
2 Replies to “A Novelist’s Poem – The Hunter”
Wonderful image! 🙂
I wondered if my mind wanted to make an entire novel out of the glimpse I had of the guy. Thanks for stopping by.
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