Today's poetic offering is simply strange.
STRANGE
"Strange how I find myself upon your shore"
"On Your Shore" by Enya
Strange how I find myself at your door
fingers caught in mid-knock
anxiously biting my lower lip
Do I stay if you answer?
Do I leave before you do?
Strong wind pushes me forward
into the shelter of your porch
Waiting
Indecisive
Your dog does not bark in greeting
But it waits attentively at the door
Copyright Celena Diana Bumpus
Stange by Celena Diana Bumpus is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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