undate poem When did I write this?
Wonder
Like water waiting to touch the earth
like the earth waiting to drink the water
like roots digging
it is wonder
How does she know?
like the fence sagging longing to be streched
like a wilted flower longing to be pinched
like a puppy waiting for a pat
It is me, now longing,
feel something
energy take me -lead me
like water through a spigot
sucked through a straw
string hoping to be wound
fruit on the bottom waiting to be stirred
pain-full, yet peace-full
peace-full, yet pain-full
fear to leap,
Will I fall
I wait
I long for
and I wonder
How long?
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