Walking

Walking

A Poem by smon

Plod, plod, plod,
Plod, tap, plod, tap, plod, tap.
You catch up to me.
A greeting.
I yawn.
And yes, YES!
You, burning in my periphery,
Yawn in echo. Ahh.
I crumble into a big, stupid grin, and
taplodtaplodtaplod

© 2010 smon


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Added on November 7, 2010
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smon
smon

United Kingdom



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