she sits
on the fence
never quite committed
not quite ready to give up
to move on
move away
from the dream
that resists becoming reality
leaves fall
iron rusts
days, months, years pass
her universe fills
with stuff
with mindless, meaningless
movements from here to there
there to here
while her future waits
on the fence
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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