No wonder
we dream of flying
when hearts float incessant
on rise... fall...
But leave your head
awhile;
allow yourself the present
weight of dust.
We possess these
root-like
lungs
commanding bones
move and
muscles work
incessant.
Use them.
Love them.
I wish I could write a comment that would do justice to the gorgeous imagery and importance of this poem but I can't. I'm so in awe of how talented and smart you are! :)
ReplyDeleteAwww... thank you!! You have such good taste that your encouragement always means a lot to me :)
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