I Wonder…
An icicle melting
in warm rain?
Or poppies sprouting
in my brain?
A beat to someone
else’s drum
or sidewalk gum
that just hangs on?
Stomp it, tromp it
I’m the boot
crushing berries
and tick, too.
O sole mio!
I sing at the
Wailing walls
Ruffling my wings.
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