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Gems and Dregs

It is a windy landscape I stand on
Wrapped in a shawl against the cold
I stand there as a beacon
To every gem and dreg
That walks the earth
Every shiny or dull thing
Is pulled to my light
Regardless of my desire
For them...
I am out here baby
In the cold
Left by you to fend for myself
Against the grasping hands
Or tipped hats
Of every male that cares to notice
Yet I stand and wave my arms
Trying to catch the right one
As it flutters, flings, or sails by
I am miserable in the cold baby
Hungry and crying
Lonely
Without

You

© Deborah Johnson