Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Hanged Man

The Hanged Man

Suspended in space and time,
he doesn't look uncomfortable.
Almost like a stretching routine,
a new treatment for the spine.
He is waiting
for something to happen,
but he isn't in a hurry
to leave.
The day is warm and bright,
the flowers smell sweet,
and he has all the time
in the world
to just hang there
and do nothing.
I would gladly change places with him.
I really need some rest.
I wonder if he could throw together
a couple of verses
instead of me.

NaPoWriMo Day 23

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