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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
bush yoga
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