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Embrace Space

I can pack a poem
like a freshman loads laundry.
Lights and darks. Cottons and knits.
You need a crowbar
to find an image.
Time for me to embrace space
and
          let
                    words
                              float.
Milkweed seeds
           drifting
four feet above a field.
More gossamer         images
lace curtains loitering
          around
open
               bedroom window.
                     June.        
Go barefoot
             in my own backyard.
         Enjoy
                the silliness
         and cool damp          
floss
   between my toes.
Embrace space!
Lighten                   the           load.
Loosen
     my    grip.
A palm full
                             of feathers
    to       share.
Let them                     FLY!

Comments

  1. SandyCarlsonFebruary 8, 2010 at 5:45 PM

    Oh, yes, let 'em fly! Beautiful. Grass to go barefoot on--the most delightful form of acupuncture, I think.

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