I forget myself sometimes
in nettles and dead wood
as feet step on, envious of small things
that skip through barbed brambles
like ladder rungs to new space
I’ll content myself with lungs of open air
and try to care less about slings and arrows
and my Brobdingnagian clump
to be allowed here is enough
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 10:53 AM UTC
I forget myself sometimes
in nettles and dead wood
as feet step on, envious of small things
that skip through barbed brambles
like ladder rungs to new space
I’ll content myself with lungs of open air
and try to care less about slings and arrows
and my Brobdingnagian clump
to be allowed here is enough
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