WOODEN FLOOR
The wooden floor would scream if
someone dared to cover it with carpet.
It got comments, “Beautiful floor! Wow!”
It got noticed - the morning light glistened it.
Yet the wooden floor missed the cold
of winter and the growth of summer.
It missed swaying in the wind and
the play of birds. It missed its freedom.
the play of birds. It missed its freedom.
But the wooden floor refused to tell me
which it liked better: back then or right now.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019
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