A Clearer View Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Clearer View



Wisps of branches peering in the window,
watching seniors dancing to rhythms of the past.
Pressing their little heads against the panes of
glass to get a clearer view of what's transpiring
inside.
They cannot ever enter because they're rooted
tightly in the earth outside the window.

Sunday, February 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: branches
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