The wind sits in your rocking chair
and for some moments
you sway there

tilting back and forth
in song

while I walk the lawn

observing me
bag falling leaves

and laughing when
they fly from me

yet when I turn
you're gone
once more

and I return
from years before

then close the gate
one final time

walk past the trees
I used to climb

and find our bench
beside the lake

and rest a moment
in the wake.

Wake © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: May 17, 2020

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