Perching in the canopy of an apple tree
Cupped in the arm of the perfect favorite branch
I am a dandelion seed
A kiss blown and floating over the animals
Even past those mean old geese
Skyscrapers of straw to climb
Heels dig into soft fur and fly bareback fearless to
everywhere
Dirt roads to mulberry bushes
Fields of Queen Anne’s lace and Black-eyed Susans
Before the glasses there were softer shapes but every color
Where rust and dust are as beautiful as the smell of
gasoline and my father’s sweat
My mother’s long hair and soft body circling me in the afternoon,
filling my ears with song
A white cotton curtain dances the breeze in
Every moment is a world
As magic as a firefly I can cup in my hands and become
As precious as a tiny frog
As safe as a blanket with a tiger cat named Claude
I am of this land in summer
Alive and bursting forth
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