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Rated: E · Poetry · Environment · #2136710
"And the moon rose over an open field." Paul Simon
maybe you know what it is
to lie snug in a sleeping bag
on a clear autumn night
gazing up between the branches to the stars
suddenly sure that if you could reach out and touch one
there’d be a tickle at your little toe

perhaps too at twilight
you might've flown your breath filled body
low over water mirrored clouds
closed your eyes and stabbed deep
into the thick bubbling world beneath
gliding through the stillness there
until it seeped into your soul

or possibly you have even trembling dared
to lean out beyond earth’s edge
so as to steal a peek
at how the whole thing only teeters there
atop the skinny shoulders of one piddling knock-kneed sod
who’s hoping you’re his speller

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