Thoughts on the Swing


This continuous eclipse of sun
Misty ghosts grasping trees
Tapping of raindrops all about
Drowning my sullied tears

Feeling naked I begin to shiver
As moisture soaks my bones
Longing for glowing embers

A hot cup of steaming broth
And a book that knows me

Shelter from the rain

For Misha. Love Papa
June 15, 2020

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