she lay there hoping
for another spoon;
just a little more,
knowing it too soon.

a green eyed wonder,
her smiling hope clings
to long wandering dreams
and mountains unmoved.

a little death shakes.
une petite earthquake.
fells all her limbs;
giving voice to whims.

tree’s landing heard
amid forgotten forest
and soaring buttress;
ev’n babes are whispered.

oh, just a little more…

© 2017 rl bussél

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