ReciprocationA Poem by Ben TaylorToes dangling In the early winter darkness, I watch the quiet street Below me. The bough supporting me Creaks beneath the weight Of my shivering. Leafless and claw-like, The branches around me Vainly scratch at the sky, Seeking to dislodge an unwary Twinkle. Across the street, a window Whispers as it is opened. Blonde hair silently slips Though the opening, Her jacket hiding her from The winter. He stands, relinquishing his seat By the birch. She looks the wrong way, Hiding hands in warm pockets. He whispers-- She turns, and smiles. He wraps arms around her, Her jacket rustling in protest. She holds him tightly. I place my own arms about the Frigid trunk of my hiding place, But the branches only crackle softly, Coldly.
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6 Reviews Added on October 28, 2011 Last Updated on October 31, 2011 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more.. |

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