You can sit down in a clearing
with your head sticks out over the trees
I can watch you from the top of a hill
so far that I can't hear you swat down a plane,
just watch like watching a storm from inside.
Then in a step you can reach out your hand
and pluck me off from where
I stand and put me on your shoulder, sitting
back down on the ground.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
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