branch off like
that, in the middle,
bend beneath
pressures from eras
of weight upon twig
shoulders, wrap
your limbs around me
and lift me to the crescent
sky, the sliver of the moon
Tag Archives: trees
sliver.
Filed under poem tree
tree climbing.
in addition to pretty much anything, i will do this:
to end up here:
tree climbing, park walking, tulip smelling, duck watching, sun burning, cloud gazing, grass laying, long walk taking, footprint leaving, super deals on sodas kind of day.
thanks for the boost and the good times, bronson friends.
Filed under monologue
