Thursday, November 13, 2014
Your Arms Folded
Your Arms Folded
You are standing there, still, with your
arms folded.
I am running around, searching frantically,
behind every bush,
scanning the limbs of every tree.
Where have you gone?
I cry.
Why are you always hiding?
Meanwhile you stand there unmoving
wondering if I will
ever look up
and see you,
right before my face.
Dorothy Walters
October 23, 2014
