Just Missing
The trees sway
As my life slips ungracefully
Through the needles
To places where leaves
Caress me
I am a breeze away from you
Yet my lips cannot touch
Their desire
Or say anything to join
Your flight
Only now the rush of wind
Gets me close
Then carry me far away from
The fields of waving love
Barry G. Wick
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