Tangle 16

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I am drawn, as though by gravity,
to absence, to the falling away
of the heaviness of sky —

forget the children
my future is in the trees.


5 thoughts on “Tangle 16

  1. I agree about the trees. But then, children are important too! 🙂 P.S. LOVE your tangles!

    Mr. Thaumaturge

    (a performer of miracles or magic)

    He lost his job three years ago,

    not the kind where you get unemployment,

    it wasn’t that kind of white collar

    or blue collar job. Something less

    than all that. But he made it work.

    Too young for social security,

    and medicare, too old to start again.

    He’s got some food in the cupboard.

    At least he paid off his house

    when times were rolling

    instead of caving in.

    Every day he hugs his wife,

    throws the ball for Benji

    and watches the trees

    to see what they’ll do.

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