Short Plenty Of Rope Poems

Daylight wipes its face.
I travel through a door
unlocking an attic of mind.

If I had a best pair of pants
I would wear them
but I have only the next to best.

Small unnamed birds
are clambering
over a heaped-up sky.

I may have to climb a little also,
my best boots are old
but they have been to the tops
and the bottoms
and know the distance between.

I have plenty of rope
new rope
rope as silver and sparkly
as the morning dew.
It will do....

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