real west
periodic poetry
6.09.2010
Waiting For Something
She was watching the window.
The sky was bright blue,
Cloudless
And sun drenched.
A bird landed
On an Oak tree.
A Robin
She said
To herself
While her husband sat on the couch
Reading a book about World War Two
And watching golf.
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