anticipation: 5
the windows
become tvs
without bunny ears.
i'm smaller,
and the world
is huge,
carpeted in white,
and just waiting
for me
to leave
footprints.
so eager
to find
angels
on the ground
and candy
falling from the sky.
i remember
knocking on the door
to pull you out to play.
I wonder
how different it is from before
but hope to see it someday.
tv windows
are on the fritz.
i smile
and already
feel red cheeks
and
taste
hot cocoa.
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2 comments:
I love the ending when you said, that you taste hot cocoa when you walk outside into the snow as if a memory was brought up. Feel free to post a couple of poems of yours on my website. It would be an honor. Peace
Teeny Poet,
thanks for the love! the honor is mine, my friend. Glad you dug it. Will have to check out your site.
Rtothak
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