You and I, sitting alone
under a crescent moon,
innocent and not
disturbing anything,
were ambushed by a
kindly-looking kidnapper.
It must have
dropped out of the trees,
or maybe, come up
from the grass
and crawled up your pant leg
or mine.
It tied our wrists together,
to each other
with the threads of
worried thoughts,
and understanding wove itself
around us like a cage.
We were enslaved
before we saw the threat,
and even in our
helplessness, we goaded
our captor
to tie us tighter.
And as it did,
it laughed and sighed
and brooded.
It grinned, frowned
and furrowed
its friendly brow,
Then without warning
drifted off to sleep.
And being finally free
we said goodbye
leaving our
conversation behind.
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Submission Name: Conversation
