Short Taggle Poems

I caught me a billowing passion fish
A sky burnt sienna and wild
to the delight of my meandering, cotton-tailed heart
to the release of the infinite sigh...

You grew.

The tips of my fingers stung raw
The clouds taggle tugged at the strings
My mind raced with flurries and tremulous worries 
and other monstrosity things.

I won the race with the finicky sky.
Your fish to my water-logged heart
Eventually, we gazed from the ground
Sweet hands intertwined from afar......

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