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written by: Grant Guy


He worked Old Man Cassels ranch
He knew more about sheep than any man in the panhandle
Other than that he was not worth more than a plug of tobacca
His wife never knew why she loved him
He was no Douglas Fairbanks

She knew other men before him 
And most were far better 
     at the art of lovemaking
     at the art of sex

He never drank much
Never talked loud

It might be because of the way his eyes smiled 
When he looked at her
It might have been the way he held her hand
Sitting on the front porch watching the sun go down

It might have been the way he loved her unconditionally
                        He never took away her freedom
                        She didn’t know why she loved him

                        She just did

Grant Guy

Grant Guy

Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His poems, short stories, essays and art criticism have been published in Canada, the United States, Nigeria, Wales, India and England. He has three books published: Open Fragments (Lives of Dogs), On the Bright Side of Down and Bus Stop Bus Stop (Red Dashboard). His plays include A.J. Loves B.B., Song for Simone and an adaptation of Paradise Lost and the Grand Inquisitor. He was the 2004 recipient of the MAC’s 2004 Award of Distinction and the 2017 recipient of the WAC’s Making A Difference Award.
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