April 6 2020

There’s a certain amount of trust

That I must carry as I go against

My very nature. My feet tread the crust

Of the earth, my back being pressed

Into space as the world looms

Ahead of me, magnified

And growing in size as the flower blooms

Disappear ahead of me. I’m stupefied,

My gaze taken by the kaleidoscope of dancing light

That’s matched by the swallows fluttering flight.

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