winter wear
I told him I was listening,
playing cards a plenty
wanted to talk about me.
There's always some resentment
the red-sweatered peacock.
playing cards a plenty
wanted to talk about me.
There's always some resentment
the red-sweatered peacock.
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Makes me think about a conversation that is years too late...don't really know what to make of the peacock. I like the fact that your poems are short, but though-provoking. I have to read them a few times to fully grasp any meaning.
I had a good explanation for the peacock thing, but now I can't remember it. To me this poem is really just about self-centeredness and how much it can take over situations where we should be focused on the company we keep.