Her Pull Poem by Joshua Bantum

Her Pull



Legs shifting like the tide’s break,
They continue pace walking
Into the night that plans it’s rebirth.

Within our eyes, I see her bilwilderment,
Not confused, nor misunderstood,
But the sead of transfiction can be anonmous,
And may take different forms,
Maybe this is our future,
Or maybe
Her legs will just continue.
To pull.

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