The dappled light hits my face
As lay in bed
My head on the pillow
Causing my cheek to push up into my eye
And create wrinkles there.
An adolescent robin used to hop
On the fence
That I gaze upon
He’s been absent, I wonder what has become of him
And now, about him, I worry.
However, the shade tree will die, as will the robin, as will I.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
The dappled light hits my face
As lay in bed
My head on the pillow
Causing my cheek to push up into my eye
And create wrinkles there.
An adolescent robin used to hop
On the fence
That I gaze upon
He’s been absent, I wonder what has become of him
And now, about him, I worry.
However, the shade tree will die, as will the robin, as will I.