Searching For What Isn’t There

sometimes I count each word
other times it’s the syllables

there are days I mark possibilities
i’ve even measured the outcome

wasted, unnoticed attempts
of a woman grasping at straws

the neon ones, not the bendy.
strange. even I would have bet on the curvy one


15 thoughts on “Searching For What Isn’t There

  1. This is one I think we should all read and then breathe and then read again, it speaks for so many of us, a theme of the world as it stands, and the trees – as we should be. Wonderful and deep just like you my red-haired sister.


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