Love Poem by William LouisDreyfus
Love
There is a tick, I'm told,
small as a seed, its back
hard as a turtle's shell,
blind, they say, and lives
for years immobile
on the tip of a twig, until
sensing, they don't know how,
it makes an arc in the air
leaping a distance farther
than the moon may be for us
to land by the side of its mate.
It does this once, they say.
Saturday, October 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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5/23/2024 1:35:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well thought out and nicely crafted. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing William.