Awkward
is the singing in the shower
and realizing too late--
there's company over.
Awkward
is the autumn wind blowing
into your hair, into your face--
into your mouth.
Awkward
is the picture quickly taken
when you were just about--
to blink.
Awkward
is the silent message you sent
at six in the morning--
and regretted.
Awkward
is the smile you smile when
you see someone--
who walks on by.
Awkward
is the little wave
you thought was for you--
but wasn't.
YOU ARE READING
The Garden
PoetryA collection of words that were planted and hopefully will not wilt.
