Sunday, May 3, 2015

sundays in the spring

sitting softly
in the palm of your hand

can you carry me with you
wherever you go?

my back fits your fingers
i've practiced
i promise

lightly you'll lift me up
and we can see the sights
together
me
from my perch on your knuckles
you
from your broad brow

you'll raise up your arm
outstretched
point with your other hand to the bridge
detail the strong metal in whispering words that my small ears
will be able to handle
to shape into form

i'll stretch out my toes
kick softly and gently
make your face turn to laughter
make you threaten with feather words
to send me flying

(smiling)
i'll say i wouldn't mind

to soar like a kite

alone on the breeze

soledad
solitude

it is written in my nature

solitude
soledad

it is hidden in my name

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