Latticework

Tendrils
of her

climb my
trellis

reach
between
slats

holding me
in circles.

She waves

happily
at sunlight

and weighs
nothing.

Her shade, this
glad place I
rest,

is
enough.

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About David

Prone to musing and to being prone. Father to two, writer, engineer.
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