Wednesday, March 9, 2022

48/365 - Tier

 


I long for the tiers
to rise up
I reach out
but they are not there
Always just beyond
my yearning for them
My searching fingers
turn up dry
They are above me
another level
I will not reach
A height
denied to me
I'll have to get the step-stool
from next to the fridge

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