Leafs
She sat on the bench and was waitingFor Wendy. The heat humid and forceful.
She sat in the morsals of shade afforded
By strong limbed trees which she sturdily
Admired. Then the claps arrived with the
Rain to putter to begin with and then everything
Hit her to fluidness with rivulets.
Dear trees how i love to see you becoming
Rained heartily upon.
How much shiny becomes your leaves.
How you made her dance and sing
Pitter pattering and sometimes torrid.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-08-26 at 05:50
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