Sunday, March 10, 2019

Lost Valentine

I fill the fountain and the feeder
And sit and wait for my glory
To return I remain eager
 
And restless and suddenly see
A woman in the figure of a tree
In the starry gown of dawn
 
She gestures to me silently
But then I see it’s not to me
But someone standing behind me
 
I turn and see a child
I cannot tell if a boy or girl
So emaciated and small
 
With eyes so lost and on fire
They no longer
Recognize their mother

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