Julia's Song Poem by David McLansky

Julia's Song



What will move
This child at play
Figured in a
Woman's form

Who gets up
To fluff
The pillows up
While my heart
Lies tattered
Torn

She does not see
The hell in me
Written on my face
I sit alone
And begrudge the stone
Its weighty silences

What could I say
To a child at play
About one's need
For a woman's love

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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