Traits

by Ivy Miller

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.