Indifference
Happy she drifted to July
Almond cakes and oranges she sought
He breathed amongst the trees
In the hush
he offered wind lashed skies
His stares are thread worn
and they creak
He complains when I came
and talks when I go
Everything mattered I believed
then died a bit
under a heap of leaves
The Queenly seat is empty
in the woods that held me
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2022
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