Feeling Herself Here
a leaf a twig a teensy bit of feather
She is Peter Pan floating toward Neverland
a sliver of mica in a rough stone
diamonds of a queen, dreaming of her king
a day in nature, a plethora of hope
a caw, a whistle, a peep, a robin
magical land of faeries, elves and brownies
dive bombing her imagination with joy
She is overcome with completeness
feeling herself more here than anywhere else
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