Connie Pachecho Poet Quatrain

He Found Some Crumbs On His Trail

He Found Some Crumbs On His Trail


                                  here I am, just a lovely tulip
                              in my lonesome, a garden of one
                               incarcerated in body and mind
                           waiting, waiting  for a good rising sun

                            he said, look here my lovely tulip
                                 please don't be waiting
                           there will be no peeking cupid
                               over a rainbow mating

                        i cried how he found somebody else
                      so sudden were the crumbs on his trail
                      it leaves me bummed how i was used
                        my sorrows rest for another cocktail

connie pachecho

2/6/17

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