Moments

Inspiration from this poem:
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

By William Carlos Williams

one moment it's gone, next it is there.

you being quiet, i keep holding the stare.

silence is awkward, friends more so.

nothing to talk about, we've bared all our souls.

hugs and kisses mean nothing to me.

everything depends on the red wheelbarrow i seek.

The End

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