Tendril by R Soos

a single shoot sprouts from my chest
and grasps hold of the desk before me
as I wait for the jury to decide

the pressure in the air has deafened me
the pressure in my mind has blinded me
the pressure in my throat has muted me

the vine from my heart alone can breath

r soos is one of those old poets who hasn’t learned better, and intends not to. He blogs several times a week at http://rsoos.com . His books are available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. His life has the same aches and pains as all the other old folks he knows.

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