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Monday, October 24, 2011

Spring Feet: A Breath Poem


Rip off your shoes,
sink slowly into the ground,
soak sipping into the water,
and scream longingly into the wind!
Today is of beauty.

Release to dancing your hips,
fling wildly your arms,
flare brightly your teeth,
and sing belting to everyone!
Today is short.

Grip ripe grass with your fingers,
sprinkle wormed dirt in your hair,
sigh falling into laughing dust,
and never ever return!
Today is gone. 

2 comments:

  1. When I was young, a boy put a worm in my hair to torment me. Thank you for bringing back traumatizing memories!

    Actually, I really like this. It makes me happy. . . except the worm part.

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  2. Worms for the sake of not caring that they're their. Freedom from disgust, if you will. :)

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