Shyanne is anything but
shy.
She’s a freshly plowed field—
rich, dark,
warm soil sifting through
a farmer’s fingers.
Auburn hair flows down
to meet freckles and Carharts.
She wears Juliets.
He wears Romeos.
She loves her papa,
and cars,
and dogs.
She climbs trees
with the easy gait
and innocent beauty
of an unaffected country girl.
Feminine,
masculine,
and most of all—
human.
CLR 2012