Karen Verdello Poems

Sitting cold and empty
Exposed, wanting and alone
Drapes hang wide open
Allowing prying eyes to find
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The grass is patchwork emerald
Conforming to summers hue
Under clear blues skies, the air is warming
And chasing away the dew
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It's that time of day again
But there's nobody else about
And there's one thing missing on the menu
That I often dream about
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I am sixty miles wide
But only one inch high
I can reach for the stars
But I can't touch the sky
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