Solitude and Gratitude
Posted By yumado on August 6, 2009
Looking for solitude,
I draw attenion.
I feel his stare.
Sitting underneath the oak tree.
Writing in my book.
Passerby’s walk over and inquire.
Let me be, that is my desire.
What are you writing?
My poems, my life.
How cute, how refined.
Here’s my card.
Oh my.
Beyond the fence, the bushes ruffle.
Smoke rises.
A fire? A sign from above?
I see his face.
The spiteful bear smirks.
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