The future.


Hanging over my head
the future
like a painting
at an uneasy angle
a bucolic scene
it appears
from this angle
upside down
but the water stays in the lake
the trees donít uproot themselves
maybe it will be alright
just maybe.

© Anne Westlund

Poetry by Anne Westlund The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-01-23 at 09:55

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You describe a very familiar feeling.
Thank you Anne.