I am sitting beneath a cherry tree.
It is growing tall by my house.
I wonder if I will fall asleep.
What do I see across the street?
My neighbors make me laugh.
Although my house is not close,
we often talk in the afternoon.
I like to think that they know me well.
I wonder if I can share my life freely.
The days I sit here pass quickly.
I need to find a friend.
I always walk down the street alone.
I strive to get a stronger heart.
Soon I will stop the madness.
The wind is stiff and I go inside.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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