this is the second part of a longer poem
matinee
for you with the long legs
who longs to climb the highest hill
not for the view but the journey
for you who longs to sing morning songs
to share your gaiety
but share it softly intimately
for you who stands stoically
taking hit after hit uncomplainingly
letting each hit bounce off your chest like superwoman
for you who sits alone and sad
in despair
whose hopes were dashed and dashed again
for you and all the others you are my beloveds
and i am yours let this be a beginning
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Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2023-02-23 at 14:01
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