Charades
Willows in the wind act out "afraid."
Rocks make the sound for "nothing."
Both of those I am as a person.
My father served for the concept "Gone."
My mother was perfect for "Whine."
And their son, that's me, "Defiant."
Willow, rock, mother, father,
behold what you made: "Maybe."
William Stafford
Posted over on mrbauld.com
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