Sweat drips from every pore
And sun blinds me.
So much work unfinished
As my heart pounds.
The mirror is my enemy
But the birds hidden among leaves
Sing “pretty, pretty.”
Weary and working to catch my breath,
I smile in their direction.
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Sweat drips from every pore
And sun blinds me.
So much work unfinished
As my heart pounds.
The mirror is my enemy
But the birds hidden among leaves
Sing “pretty, pretty.”
Weary and working to catch my breath,
I smile in their direction.
Posted on August 6, 2013 at 10:53 PM in Martha, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
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