poetry

i most love to climb
her poetry,

and rest my bones
on its uppest
branches

i laze in most grateful heap
dusted with fire ants,

chilled by trill of
wounded chickadees.

and watch on as one by one
word balloons float by
core of a mighty
sun,

i slip and fall each
time i fail to
grab one,

i love to climb
her poetry,

and do hope it holds
some affinity
for me.

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image: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PH_qYlxTOvE

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