2020-11-02- “Breathe”

i stare each tree
down to its
root,

then ask the biggest
one, for a
clue

to how he’s grown
so bold and
mighty,

then ponder
why i’ve
not..

burgeoned with same
strength from
my seed?

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while a gently
disarmed..

lover whispers
“breathe”

like wool shawl
over my stone
shoulder.

Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygorm

image adapted from painting by Tamara Špitaler Škorić at – https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-A-HAND-ON-A-SHOULDER/779463/4665745/view

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