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I want the man who stands
I want the man who stands in the yard with his hand full of seeds.
I will come inquisitive,
I will come hungry.
But his fingers will not close
Until I come to feel his warmth on my feet
And then I will give him feathers and song.
from Wemni
wemni here, slanfia at Writers-Network.com
I love this poem. I had only read one of your poems before we struck up an email acquaintanceship. Your stuff, it turns out, is right up my alley. Gorgeous.