I carry you in my thoughts
and stride almost imperceptibly –
Light as a burr, snug and clandestine;
but I’m not yours and you
are neither a lover or a friend.

This hapless hitchhiker snagged
fast in a sleeve or hem has been
riding us for weeks now;
and teasing our flesh
with its strange, deep spurs.


4 thoughts on “Burr”

  1. Wow thanks TdP, that’s high praise! I hoped the flow of the poem relays the way a person buzzing with a crush walks tall, striding along. And the strange deep spurs.. Thanks, Kat


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