Anger, leaves. (poeTry)

by amica paige



Sitting here
In the dead silence
Of frustration
Conversations flow
In the background where
Books are read and coffees—on red,
Round tables occupied
By stagnant bodies.

Outside
The leaves sway
Both purple and green,
Harmonious with
The gentle breeze,
Oh—how they dance with it!
I see them through the glass wall
That separates them from me.