She’s an illusive creature
I cannot touch
I see her in flashes
Smiling at me
Or somebody
Frozen
Etched into
My bark forever
Cut into the shape of her liking
My mind
Never made up
Because she’s always tapping
Begging the question
In the background
Playing
On a fuzzy screen
Move the antenna
So I can tune in
To the life
That I once had
DoRee MelNic 