~
may I call on you again
come the springtime,
when you are reborn
in fresh cloth, bright eyes
shimmering
like an emerald sea,
will you see me amongst
your many suitors, each
eager to hold your tiny hand,
I’ll keep steadfast watch
from my lonely window
for your deft arrival,
subtle clues and covert signs,
hoping you’ll take me back
once more come April or come May,
if I promise not to keep you long
from your beautiful path
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© Graham R Sherwood 11/25
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