Watch and Wait

Fine

Silk

Hanging,

Swaying.

We could strip

The clothes line.

Or just watch it

Carry fine silk

Until the winds blow.

*

When they do, gossamer

Mornings’ll turn powder

Sheer nights’ll blind, trembling. Winded.

Let’s beat the mistral to it.

Come, let’s spin a yarn, weave a roof.

*

Stay away, puff. Our fabric breathes.

Delicately, slowly, it breathes spry mirth.

Let it, puff. Let it inspirit itself.

*

We will sit here, and look at it breathe.

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13 thoughts on “Watch and Wait”

    1. It is always lovely to see you, you bring such hope. I knew that if anything could bring you here, it would well be an etheree. (I am ignoring the picture because I cannot take credit for it.)

    1. Etheree, or any poem – in my opinion, is free for judgement, misjudgement, interpretation, misinterpretation. Don’t comment, but don’t try to read me in them. Just read them for what they are — free agents! πŸ˜€

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