His pale eyes pick up details
as I fuss with my jacket.
It needs another button.
She knows her coat needs
But, she'll wear it anyway,
and fidget with it every windy day.
He sways next to the history books
and smiles, like a kindred willow
I've known before.
I think she's confident.
I think he's kind.
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.