(a repost...from August 26, 2015)
I am a plant...a tree
an herb...a bush...a ****
the ants on a trail,
the soaring Blue Jay,
i am a cicada.....or a lizard,
an amnesiac running away....or a wizard
gone out of his mind,
i am a firefly
that could never reach the sky,
a pigeon, homing
free...roaming
in a green forest,
that is your mind...the widest;
there, i could be the wind,
or a rabbit, cruelly skinned,
i am the rain...the bluest of sky
hearing prayers with your every sigh,
i am a firefly that could never reach the sky,
i am a firefly...that doesn't die,
i am...
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(an old poem)
sally b
© August 26, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan