A week of sun and
under garage eaves,
baby fists
uncurl, stretch
slender hands up
in praise
of feathers.
Armed with lace, palm
trees without
trunks,
theme
park
for
lady
bugs.
2 comments:
Totally delightful... the shape of this poem is wonderful, playful as the words. Speaking spring into being.
These images are delightful. I like "baby fists uncurl," and especially "in praise of feathers."
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