Carefully I Trip & Stumble In the salt air - a sand dune In the city - a curve And the throw rug where I live lives up to its name I am truly no glider- instead I sprawl in a jellyfish puddle - splash destiny behind me - a paperweight butterfly always keeping my flight a trifle too low never clearing a door without dragging a toe - A flower petaled foot remembering the hold of the earth as rich, as dark Here, only the lightning rods are smart Aloof - never afraid of a red hot moment Standing firm, not risking a thing - while I cling to the guttering that leaks a weak break - and the ground harbors me face to face - but I cannot bargain, nor break the burden of bad lucked fumbling - that is really not humbling, but awkward & blowsy - the overblown heart of everything - the world a large rim dropping into a black hole Carefully I trip, I stumble - My hair in my face - My smile half whipped, but whistling, a slightly abashed, Amazing Grace!
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 19:16:51 +0000
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