Reaching For Crumbs Poem by Jeanne Fiedler

</>Summertime.
uptight,
a recluse,
missing out,
outcasted,
outlasted
in the greys.

My life
falls flat,
a crazy eight
lacking
sensory details,
no tears, fears
nothing

how uncanny
the timing is,

the ghosts, the lepers
of the past
catch up with you
spinning dust

If you don't let
them go
the thorns will eat you
alive.
Wilted roses,
lie in the dirt.

I'm at rest
watching it all...
picking the petals.
the stillness waiting
for something
to land
on my

sheltered island.