Sunday, February 3, 2013

At last, a man who listens!

 
I found him on a windswept veranda.
He looked a little worse for wear:
I could sense that he had been waiting there a while.
Surely not for me?
I reverently walked forward,
whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
And softly,
as the sound a leaf makes when unfolding,
he answered with a sigh!
 

Anne-marie
 


 
 
 

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