Feverishly I Stare Out My Window

The tree’s branches sway
Embracing leaves, birds
Dancing in the wind

I bury my head
Hot cheeks soaked
With sweat, think of Oz

Feverishly I stare out
My window
No flying monkeys, not yet.

Copyright 2008 Ruth Harrigan

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