perturbations from you my love
tip me on my axis
I re-align when I break bread with
a crouch of moss green stones and
meditate with tide pools
when I complete one orbit you will have
flung yourself in space I lift
a starfish -
in a palm full of deep water
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Another beautiful poem. Short and imaginative.
ReplyDeleteThis one made me smile. Thank you.
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