of a kind
"a world weary samuel
finds a shady spot
beneath a grove of aspens
sunlight through the quaking leaves
dappling the earth
perhaps dappling his thought as well
a religious man his faith well tested
he pauses in his work
no one can know his mind or read his thoughts
not zoey and if not her then who
perhaps clover
sheepdog slash companion
who rests her own weary body
against samuel's thigh"
~
what do you think i ask lin
lacks something she says
what might that be i ask
substance she says
you're a cold one i say
think so she says wanna try me
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2024-08-30 at 02:05
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