Art Music Poetry #61

unusual one, isn't it?

             unusual one, isn’t it?

Great Expectations

Great expectations – great?

But what when the obvious happens?

A predictable animal grasps you

And throws you to the ground.

Thoughts of how nice it would be if . . .

Then they vanish like a dream when you wake up.

A floating reality teases your mind,

It is there but it may never reach you.


Outreaching leaves of white

Directly over green.

How can it seem trite,

This wonderful nature machine?

Later, as the summer grows

Those greens come into life.

Spreading all the charm they know

While stealing the dogwood’s white.

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