Lookout
LOOKOUT
From the very top of a tree
I watch what grounded ones can’t see
That meandering line in the grass
The hurry-scurrying tips of blades just stirring
You feel so a part of the sky
A breeze tickles your feet by and by
A tree upside down
Like a leafy merry-go-round
Far and wide Earth laid flat
A geometric this and that
There is this wish to forever remain
But the soil always calls one back again
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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