Nola Perez Poet Blank verse

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.

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Andrea Dietrich November 21, 2011 at 11:41 PM How unusual and fun to read, Nola. YOu have a definite flair all your own. I loved you calling his world provident and the first seven lines were my favorites! Luv, Andrea