Thursday, July 5, 2018

Kit Kelen #917 - an everyday poem



917
an everyday poem


every day
hung upside down for a bit
till gravity defies me

I call that perspective

I sing a song of love
admit it
mainly to myself

then I do the windmill
roll around for tummy rub

I cat and cow
I baby

I salute the sun

where do I get all these crazy ideas?
it's only the day holds me here

do the tree too

and all night night little possum climb
under the eaves of my dream

morning
make like a cloud
and I'm gone

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