Poem -
FALLING UP
pumpkins glump in the meadow. unattended.
squat in the field, where daffodils sprint in place
and the sun chips away at shadows as the wind twinks
more gorgeous the world. on a pike of astounding.
glitter fisted in the void like a pyre
of Being There.
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