Standing proud and tall,
the adolescent tree draped my face
in its slivers of shade.
Somehow, a silence
still weighed heavy,
even with my little ones
running wild with innocent abandon.
Making instant friends,
with a simple:
“Hi, what’s your name?”
My smile forget my eyes
because this damn park bench
seems to be shrinking!
~
Thank goodness,
fantasy finds you
traveling in, around,
and through.
For reasons avoided,
I continue... uncomfortable ~
under dappled shadows
unsuccessfully watching,
while wishing us the moments
poised most improper...
again tomorrow.
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