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short and thin, bending
to the wind. My head is
close to the ground. Green
as the grass I live in a tight

circle mound. Bigger than
a seedling, but not wholly
sprung. I'm just a pearl
that has yet to be

strung. No flowers
or fruit hang from my
branches. But I can grow
as big as an old farmer's

ranch is. If the cornflower
sky sprinkled me with a misty
kiss and the buttered *** sun
danced on my leaves I'd promise

you this. I'd rise to heights
tall as the mountains,
having an eagle build an
aerie on my branches. Spying

an eaglet scratch her way to the
the outside world from inside an egg
is joy. I cannot be cloyed by nature's
excess. To me, it only loosens the stress.
reddish-brown, dancing
around my dead nest that's
bombed, poisoned and fallen
to the ground. Still buzzing

where it hung. Stinging
men that stand near it. Strands
of it dangling down like colored
party streamers, swinging in

the air. My tummy balloons like
I ate a hearty meal. But I'm starving
as I spiel these lines. Smelling
of its death prickles me like

long needle pines. Rebuilding
on the splinters, on the shards of
what's been left. Not a pearl to
string. The brokenness has heft.
a tiny roll,
a planted seed of
an embryo. A fallen
dewdrop

on a green blade.
A hidden gumdrop
melting in the shade.
Just a whisper

dancing in the
wind. A glossy pearl
that is silver tinged.
A hiccup on a ride

wave. Jasmine star paved
on an angel's wing. A bead
of mist skipping bridges in
G-string. A splash of perfume

nesting inside a wrist. Curly
lemon twist hanging over
a V-shaped glass. Running
wax on the sides of  

a candle. A weathered sole
on a leather sandal. The piercing
silent movie scream. A tickle under
the armpit steam. A hatching nit in

wavy hair. A bit of her here
and there. A sniffle in the frosty
air. A breath cloud hung
in the circus sky. Elephants

marching, trumpeting
lullabies to the beat of old
father time, in the streets of
an uphill climb.
sings a song gliding across
like an albatross on crystal
blue lakes of shimmering
diamonds swimming to

her island of blue. Fanning her
snow white feathers treasures
the orange moon. Bobbing her head
to the flock she takes off

like a rocket firing into a cornflower
sky, high as a magpie over the
mountain. Counting the winking stars
she spars with a noctilucent cloud

that stands like corn in the
meadow. An old man is playing banjo
on his back porch. She flies low
to the ground trumpeting hot like

a blowtorch to   "******* creek". A couple
dances cheek to cheek. Crickets
chirp to the string brass, all to the sound
of bluegrass.
weeping purple leaves
bowing her curly tight head
swinging lithe limbs
singing in shadows old

time hymns. Redbud
lavender pea flowers
they call ruby falls. Amusing
the hours surfing on  

a begotten breeze. Skimming
the water looking for ducks,
frogs and geese. Some say she's
lonely. Some say she's blue. Grey

clouds befall her all standing in
queues. She mingles with dewdrops
and jingles in rhyme. Spending her time
flirting with sunbeams, tracking

herons looking to dine. The bellow of
bullfrogs paint a crimson smile,
while spilled perfume of lilacs dancing
in showers has her laughing for hours.
sandra wyllie Jun 30
like my breath
when I dismount my guy
after ***. I count the beats
of my pulse as I lie and

convulse.  After ******,
it drops down like a
barometer in stormy
weather. Like a dog on her

tether on a hot sunny
day pacing back and
forth in a tight space with
no shade.  I've nowhere

to go. I'm flat out and
laid.  A stiff drink with cheese
stuffed olives makes me rise,
getting out of bed to wipe my eyes.
sandra wyllie Jun 30
as the sun up in the sky. It goes on
without you spinning circles, feigning
shy. It tugs upon your apron,
frivolously liking to play. When did

you get older? Wishing for
your younger days? Every bead
of sweat befalls you like
a sticky lollipop. The clouds

are cotton candy and it's
raining lemon drops. Are your
dreams that elusive? Flittering
like a butterfly? Sliding down

a rainbow; landing in caramel apple
pie! Oh, that rascal moon! It's a chunk
of cheese. Are you feeling a bit mousy?
Take a bite of it; do please.
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