Wake
The wind sits in your rocking chair
and for some moments
you sway there
tilting back and forth
in song
humming
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