(we are more than just a Hole in the wall)
Here is tonight’s second finalist entry into The First Annual Peggy Dobbs’ Write-of-Passage Contest. This makes five of seven, the remaining two to be posted tomorrow night.
After that, I will set up a spot on the blog where you can express who you think should win. I have not found an impartial judge just yet…but I’m workin’ on it!
Looking for Love
by Contestant # 5
Say you go looking for love. You find old love letters tied with tattered shoelaces, and the image of one who loved you then.
You find dog tags from your childhood mutt, and remember how he licked your face each morning. You find your father’s dog tags. That’s love, but not the love you’re looking for.
You find the center of your pain; your high school diary; that little black book; the one coin missing from your quarter map.
And the story of this: The day was hot, the one you loved belonged to somebody else. You waited for weeks for a sign, just a word…but by then, it was too late. All you found was an empty sky and litter along the road-side.
You find the time. You find your way. You find plenty of what you are not looking for: the scent of tarweed, and the memory of those years you lived in the country, when you believed you would always be in that place.
You find you had a melancholy spring, and remember how you miss the feel of flannel in the fall. But still, you don’t find love.
Until one day, you walk across the rain-parched land. Traffic is light. You continue along the pavement, looking both ways twice. Not even a sound in the far away distance whispers of what is about to happen.
And then you don’t find love.
Love finds you.