Who Are You

Who are you in your
baggy black jeans, watching
piss ants form long tedious lines
from ground to
leaves?

Who are you with your
tight pin stripes, walking the
easy walk through spit fire
rain mixed
streets?

Who are you, resting raw on old
sheets?

Who are you with your bold thumbs,
and your forward reflex,
and your creamy repose?

Who are you to those who know your
thoughtful silence, or your blunt anger,
or your cold shoulder?
Who are you to the ant, the ground, and the leaves?
And, then, who are you to me?

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9 thoughts on “Who Are You

  1. Hi….powerful poem….I have nominated you for a One Lovely Blog Award. If you accept the nomination, and you don’t have to, you are supposed to nominate 15 of your favourity blogs. kim

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