Driffting - Poem by Esther Melbourne
Waiting for the unexpected to arrive
He, would be like,
when conversations exchanged
from what I've seen he comes across
calm collected smooth.
I imagine kissing him our first date
strolling through the park
occasionally turning into each other’s direction
whilst we glide through admiring the trees
dancing to the rhythm of the breeze, birds singing
their melodies, children's echoes of laughter
fills the air.
We stop to reside. I lay down a not so new bed sheet
on the just cut grass, kick off my flip flops
pulling out two glasses to pour some rose
I feel a tug
returning from my meditation it's
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