Poetry

When I was a child

I hated the moss

Dangling from the oak trees

Outside my window

No curtains

Just shadows

Now I take pictures

Of the moss

Watching it in the wind

How it blows

Still

At night

I keep the blinds

Closed

9 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. The only moss I’m familiar with is the green stuff that looks a little like turf and feels really soft. Usually grows in shady spots but it’s in the ground and barely has any roots, if any at all.

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