ThrowingSticks


I told you

Things because you

Asked and now

Like a dog

On a leash

I feel you

Pulling away seeking

Freedom let you

Go I did

But rather than

Run like a

Dog at last

Free you picked

Up my secrets

Like a stick

And brought them

Back to me

Wagging and jumping

Saying in your

Tender playful voice

Throw me another

Now I know

Why you pull

It’s not to

Run away but

Rather to retrieve

What’s meaningful to

You bringing it

Back to me