Thursday, July 02, 2015

Verklempt tree

When words don't cut it
and emotions run deep.

When life is shifting
in all the places feet sweep.

When hearts are full
and beats loudly bleat.

This is the place that verklempt and I meet.

For family.
For friends.

For foes who once were friends and those no longer foe...

when verklempt comes to visit -
you pray for the shortest stay,
this about
I know.

T. Eastman

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