my little girl is inches from me
while I'm feeling the sun
astronomically intense
but it wouldn't be as nice
without her kind of help verbally sparking it all
as insects seen in her speech
random on sticks dry enough to be picked up
by the snow where we aren't on the trail yet
but by the trailer,
a porch sort is the best
a day after storm when wind is still falling,
condition I just want rays
and it can be funneled
like a palmed lady bug
I want to throw all the winter balls
to the sky that's sparkling enough
for February, so clapping isn't in pockets...
joyfully without lint but divets
of kicked around spring
how a wolf can sound like it burped, it's about to
hunt; head up way beetle climbed
Author notes
good luck isn't characteristic of caring side to be seen at Isaiah 65:11
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