“The air felt heavy, my mind about to fray” whose mind wouldn’t? :)
She stood in the open frame of the patio door
The hem of her kimono, lifted by the warm breeze
The air felt heavy, my mind about to fray
I long to touch the slight pulse in her throat
Seconds drag by as I stood hidden
beneath the branches of the blossom tree
I stumble towards her, wanting to offer
The wild strawberries I had picked
Longing to sit, watch her eat
To watch her lips wrap around each strawberry
Knowing this simple act would un-fray my mind
All would be right with the world…
© Anita Dawes 2021
I Write Her 
Hi Susi. I saw wordle 222 and tried my hand at it. I did not know exactly what to do with this, so I posted it. Here is the link: https://wordpress.com/posts/2thinkis2be.wordpress.com
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Thank you so much for sharing Anita’s poem, Susi…
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It was my pleasure, Jaye! :)
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