A few poems, maybe.

The arm I cut off the dogwood tree –
the small one
the smallest one I could reach with buds
the one I put in a vase
to watch it bloom
that one.
It’s looking at me,
peering over the screen
of my keyboard
cat-like intensity
eye-blooms wide open
wondering why I won’t let it out.



Odd how my time stops
When a poem is writing.
Why doesn’t the sun obey
And all clocks pause
To match the warp of words?

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One Response to A few poems, maybe.

  1. jenpedwards says:

    Wonderful all three..
    “Dogwood” particularly. 🙂

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