Saturday, December 19, 2020

December 19, 2920 (Poem)

 December 19, 2020

Tree limb breaks
scotch tape it together with the sapling
if it doesn’t take
pull the tree down
Chances are, it’s a reflection
of love
surviving a crisis
Oh my, I fall
The stars above are covered by tree leaves
the light reflecting between kindling and frond
is nature’s spotlight
we can be movie stars if we try
I’ll stay here, facing the heights of the sky
than say meeting the depths of despair
torn issues of Face Magazine still placed in numeral order
from issue one to issue whatever
pretty much describes my life

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