Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Wooden Should

 Should have seen it coming, 
How my wooden neck creaked
And lurched in your direction, 
Bringing with it roots, 
Upheaved; my whim's reaction
To your airy, whipping shoots, 
Should have known it's what I'd do
Without nests or ado resting
on my every move.
Without you, should have seen me
Look for you. 

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