Trespassing Through
Was just passing through
trespassing through
bypassing all
that might bind me
like your eyes that shone
but were no horizon
your encircling arms
a close boundary.
So I trespassed through
let go of you
now, there’s no one
cares to find me.
Oh, trespassing me
lost as can be
in a lone far country.
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55 words for Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads to write something carrying on the wonderful tradition of the G-Man, with, in this case, an optional focus on trespass.
This was a poem that had lots of throw-out verses–sometimes it is easy to get to 55, other times, not so much! Have a great weekend–the pic which is highly cropped is mine.
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