Turtle Lagoon
In my room I hold a turtle lagoon
Though it's dry to the eye and the touch
I avoid their disturbance, they require no survice
Simply, in my room they have a niche
Upon my selves I spy moving turtle shells
Without a turtle inside to see
As miracles they are hidden, by the use of this disguise
To negate the fact that they're free
They perform the former by winding the stormer
and forcing my room to sway
On their backs, I find my nacks
That they travel and lose,
But in my space they stay
Only now is it obvious what my sight obligates
It is my responsability to find and write
But what's curious to me, but expected by we,
is that I'm the only one with this sight
Copyright © Kelsi Nichols | Year Posted 2009
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