Landing on both feet
is never as easy as I thought it would be
when I saw you jump
gracefully
from the top of the crabapple tree.
I've always hit a branch along the way down.
You'd pick me up,
dust me off,
and say to me -
Breathe the smell of the crabapple blooms!
It's the smell of freedom! Of release!
Inhale,
and you'll sense it in the air
and land perfectly on your feet.
Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 7:40 PM UTC
Landing on both feet
is never as easy as I thought it would be
when I saw you jump
gracefully
from the top of the crabapple tree.
I've always hit a branch along the way down.
You'd pick me up,
dust me off,
and say to me -
Breathe the smell of the crabapple blooms!
It's the smell of freedom! Of release!
Inhale,
and you'll sense it in the air
and land perfectly on your feet.
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