Lonely Crowd

Filed under: Poetry — 25 March 1998 @ 6:46 pm

Trees all scattered around me.
I know them by name, well, most.
Branches waving, the sun glistening
high above their long necks.
So friendly, then going back to
their solitary stature ignoring
my presence. All I have are
leaves, since fallen off, reminders
of what once was.
Conversation too brief, not reaching out,
but inward, away from me.
In the middle of a forest,
all alone, knowing all, not being known.

Spring 1998
Grantham, PA

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