Hung Up

Hung Up

I never thought this

could happen to me.

The breeze was strong.

My string was taught.

Now, look at me.

Tangled in the branches,

nearly torn apart.

Abandoned, my

only comfort is

the touch of the wind.

Links

Sandra Moran Book Club--Belle City Podcast

InterUrban ArtHouse Photography Group Exhibition

Kansas Time + Place

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

Author Page

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