Adriana Wood Poems

The long legged boy, wavy hair to his shoulders,
Smiled jauntily and said "Hullo, "
Putting a bright face over his plight,
While to his right,
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Hawk, menacing black V,
Soars higher in the sky, black shape dangling in talons.
Black squiggle wiggles and squeals,
Dragging bird down, nearer ground, .
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When I die I want to come back as ME,
Taking form of a woodland sprite, clothed in mist, who cares for a tree.
Our silhouettes write a poem on the sky at dusk, when the cool breeze whispers, and sways the trees, while light fades from the forest.
I will be free to take my leave and travel to far flung places and dimensions, and under the sea.
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I am sick of spongy grass, wetly green,
Water trapped around its roots on the once firm ground.
Even the ducks look bedraggled in the damp rot all around.
I pick my way through the dankness,
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