Down for the count
leaning on a tree
tearing off the speckled bark
oblivious, the tree is me
Searching for the number
shaking at the call
pounding hearts in rhythm
hearts set to fall
Peeking out the window
wondering if it’s true
watching for some movement
hoping that it’s you
I enjoyed your poetry. Thank you for sharing it. It is insightful and fun to read.
Terri
hello just a moment,
dropped by to check out the latest entry in your blog…
hope all is well.
peace.
Thanks for dropping by. I was just about to retitle this one, but will now let it stand. I’m **blushing**.
All the best.
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