Statue Poem by Jilted BUTTERFLY

Statue



staring at the ground between my feet
rehearsing conversations - practising lines

Leaves golden, dry and twisted flitter across
the space from left to right - I barely notice

I wait for the the sunshine to warm the top of my head
I wait for smiles to warm the top of my chest

I wait...

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