The lawn ~ courtesy of Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
I thought if I would wear the suit
of green poke-prickly tree,
you’d find the goal for New Year roll
with ease of nosy bee…
But all set up to fly the sky
you stare from podium:
squeezed tight, blur sight imagined kite,
forgetting ground adieu…
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