some days
Some days I want to be a star
or a diamond or a diamond back snake
or a cottonmouth or a cottonwood tree
other days I want to be a squirrel
chattering and chittering as I chase my friends
around the elm tree, over the stump, under the bridge
Today I want to be a garden hose
Possibly because it is over one hundred degrees here.
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