Let us frolic as children
our nimble limbs dancing
atop young dandelion heads
diffusing the air with wild calm.
Let us exhale red-lipped verse
as if the blackness of the universe
were but a comma in our sentence.
Let us sing in the meadow like the plovers,
home at last. Let us warm ourselves
in the commitment of the Sun.
share our wonder
with the monarch,
our two backs lying flat
chewing on metaphors
as the cool green grass pokes our necks
and persistent flies tickle our form.
Let us muse over the matchlessness,
Of this finite exotic jungle. And let us plant a tree,
Not just any tree, but an endangered Palm.
One lonely orphan left in the wild
Needing a home, a small piece of
the earth to hold fast to.
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