Copenhagen
Copenhagen came into view
over looking the industry findings
of Heidelberg sinking shores
I'd mustered enough nerve to escape
his fist his open hand again twisting
my arm I still held the stone he threw
at my back busting my shoulder blade
the woman at the dinner assures me
I would be fine never the less panic fills
my chest I pray my suffering ends soon
perhaps he'd find something that interests
him as much as attacking me I'm hopeful
in my absence he will surely move on
to a new hobby either way Copenhagen
is wonderful this time of year.
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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