thoughts skyrocket smiles follow suit
this cage cannot contain
th e l i f e e x p a n d i n g
my lungs balloon as if above
my body was their destiny
inhale sky and sea and
the leaping
green of moss
when dotted fresh
with beads of rain and hope
and my heart oh my heart
steeplechases
the run to tomorrow
hooves thundering into this springy earth
Joan tells me not to fret
a good thing
but how could I sleep now at a time like this
with so many stars up there right there
just beyond the clouds
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