Brambles and Kites

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What do you do mornings?

 

Do you bramble‑chase skirts

or fly kites

or seek something

I can't begin to imagine?

 

I've wondered...

watching music fill my room,

listening to sunlight on oak leaves,

catching the scent of late afternoon

 

what you must be doing

and why you weren't wanting

to do it

with me.

Comments

esther.luttrell.7

Missing someone has a universal language ...

Herma

beautiful poem!:)

esther.luttrell.7

Thank you, Herma, for your kind words.

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