A Grove of Trees
Paddling a canoe
Past green to deeper waters
Anxiously alone
Bow cuts the morning dew.
In the Prison of our minds
Half-conscious moving on
One eats the midday meal
During another weekday's grind.
Walk back from corner shop
With what you went to get.
Then a breeze invades your senses
And just briefly there you stop.
Awakened late at night
A sweat drop from your fear;
But you hear downstairs your cat purr
And collapse back quite relieved.
In the news a man was murdered
No one important, or so they say.
He had taken in a poison
And stumbled dead, was how it's worded.
The man worked selling lumber,
Had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Arsenic was ingested
But just who killed him wasn't known yet.
His daughter is being questioned
She's five-years-old and doesn't know
Where her father has gone to
And crying, calls out for him again and again.
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