Restless reactive layers of snow
causing my white wilty dress to blow
up up and away
earnestly i kiss the moon
close my eyes way to soon
and miss my mark
eager beaver waiting in the wings
trying to hold on to petty things
that I let go long ago
i turn around and bound
back to the place i call home
hide my eyes from things
i will never understand
and dream of the day that i can return.
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Hmmm...can this be the stress of a wedding in TWO days?
ReplyDeleteI like it. Stress and all.
ReplyDeleteI like it too. Liked the poem for last weeks words also.
ReplyDeletecapture the moment
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