And there it is—
the truth at last—
beneath his stooped silence
and serene smile.
There lies a young man,
blessed with the easy charm
of someone who knows
how to kiss the baby
and hold the hand
of the little old lady—
even if one smells like sour milk,
and the other
may forget him by morning.
Blond and blue,
and blue and blond—
is
just
the very edge
of Drew.
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