fall

my belly touches the cool

floor

fall and pickles and apples on the walk

everywhere a chill

i crawl further away from bed leaving breath from excessive effort all along the boards;

those old trees, memories stripped but I remember

the forest claps her hands when with

eyes closed i venture

up on all fours

leaping from here into green

1 comment

  • I love poetry especially yours because it always brings me to myself. YES, I feel that. YES, I didn’t even know that was available to feel! What bounty of humanity here, brought forth by YOU, amazing you.

    Cami Dreyer

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