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A Barefoot Day in the Park (Free verse) by Dovina

I’ve decided to sit and wait nothing more to do My feet can take root wet earth between my toes like a girl again moss growing over my hands leaves from my fingers Maybe a child will climb me that boy throwing pebbles onto an empty fountain too much wisdom for his age feeling misplaced not made for this world I wanted to say to him: If not you, who?

Dovina 28-Sep-05/3:47 PM
My fingers are like the small branches from limbs (my arms) and from which leaves grow, at least that's the image I wanted.




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