Threadbare Carpet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Threadbare Carpet
Wonder of nature wafting my way, right through the windows
of an exam room at Dr. L's.
Waiting for him to fit me in, looking outside, wanting to
be a part of whatever nature's putting together.
Reflecting the beauty of insight, holding it carefully in
the palms of my hands.
A threadbare and worn carpet by the door of intellect where
I have tread many moments of these sixty-four years of life.
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