16.7.16

Rootless

I was born
with no roots.

Like a stray kitten,
a cloud drifting by,
a kingdom without a king.

I’ve got nowhere
to go,
just running,
For a home sweet
no sweet home.

It caught me cold
what they could cut.
Surprised my roots
were still long;
What was left of
got cut off.

I am rootless.

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