Oddities
Lazy wind rests in the branches
Of an artificial tree
Swings there like
The dead limbs
Of make belief
The lines I write
Knock at your door
Cower just in case
Appear, as if they
Walked there
Barefooted and topless
My luck has gone to sleep
Along with the fish
I am trying to angle
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2015
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