and i sat watching

for a pot of gold
for a ripe tomato
for prince charming
for an end to loneliness
for a place of solitude
but i didn’t see anything
except for a cockroach
except for a broken promise
except for a worn out shoe
except for a paper chain
which is strung around my neck
and i let it hang
the vision of reality
in a lost world
just watching…

Published by Anne Birkam

I am a former librarian who has been writing poetry most of her life.

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