A Waiting
A green patch of growth
Raved in Dandelion yellow
Sway to the rhythm of wind
Under an old willow
Out of place it lurks
A muddy pond man-made
Where a lone duck sun bathes
In its weed laden banks-narrow
A concrete wall cage them in
A smiling face splattered on it
Black eyed and red lipped
Outside my window
At my honey oak desk I sit
Surrounded by paper rustling
Wallowing it all, idling
Impatiently, waiting till four!
poem by Deva De Silva
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