Honoring Your Poetry...

Everything I Know About You

If it's not concrete
It's not complete.
You cannot feel what isn't real,
The intangible things like the beating of wings.

When the telephone rings
Or the doorbell dings
You jump in fear
Because it's not clear
What might be out there waiting for you.

Life is a zoo,
You believe that's true
And you can't stand people staring at you.
It fills you with rage
When they rattle your cage,
So you stay inside
And hide
Way back there behind the concrete...

Why?

...Anna Lea Pudan

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