Squirrel Time
You,
celestial climber,
agile acrobat
of the scrub pine.
You,
of the branch,
the thistle-fan grounded
in agoraphobia.
You,
for whom the fig tree
swells purple
with passion,
I would have this
nothing and this
no one which
you "do not" have--
how provident
the world
of the squirrel.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2011
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