Friday, April 29, 2022

maybe like the earth



ask me what makes a good day
as the heart hammers away
nailing today's sum of green

applauding how the light falls
all the way to the ground
exploding into green joy 

I know I too am someone
a body not just an accident 
 pronouns greening like weeds

everywhere like my prepositions
across and between and within
--little words louder than we think
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Pic: Scout posing (as awkwardly as one of the human kids) by the cherry blossom trees.

2 comments:

StephLove said...

The second stanza is my favorite.

maya said...

Thank you <3

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