What is here dangles from the rotting tree branch
In the stillness about me
unaware then a gentle wind
awakens this lifeless parcel of land
once more there is movement
little jumping jacks performing with great acrobatic feet
the pulsating of my heart skips tune enduring till the end
as they flipflop about
oftentimes with puppy dog smell wrap around my trunk
munchkins embrace me as I embrace home
years escape my eyes as these tears
remember a Time when I felt full of purpose
with every laughing sound they chatter
what is here dangles from the rotting tree branch
where the children play
only in my memory.

Sonja Sheryl Kuehnle