Traits
by Ivy Miller
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The perfectionist watches with a keen eye
as words parade before her
The careless one calls himself carefree
and watches from across the river
.
She can hear him whistle as his legs swing
but the tune is unfamiliar
They become acquainted a glance at a time
until the parade comes to a halt
.
She closes her book. His legs still.
They consider the possibilities
But the perfectionist and the careless one
are no more than they are
.
Each leaves wishing instead,
They could be brave.
Precarious Writer 
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