Max Streicher: Sleeping Giants
Breathing giant
Soft rhythmic sighing
Taking up all
Room’s expanse
Nylon skin whispering
Silkily sliding
Back and forth
You spoke to me
Of gentle times
To come
When I might
One day have
A safe place to
Lay my head
Soothed to sleep in
Clean, white sheets
I watched you
For hours
Inhaling, exhaling
Syncing mine to yours
If only I knew
Where that old
Sketchbook went
I would happily
Retrace your seams
Just now, my
Own breath stirred
A memory of a
Feeling, evoked by
A sculpture, sketched
In pencil
Many years ago
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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