Winter ’22/23, Day 25

I wish I could write words which were bright and light.
Words which taste like lemonade.
Words to make sand love you.
Words which made you lighter.
A way to remind you of your feathers.
Make you feel like you could roller skate on water.
If I could, I would.
Sound like bubbles.
They pop like notes on a piano
I’d blow you a chord and smile on the progression
I’m so free. No rhymes for me. Oops.
I might stoop to pick that up, but I don’t feel like it
So have a loose end

I’m holding the other
Will you follow me now?

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