On a clear day

I am a living bridge

over the Forever

The river that follow flowers

from Lake Pure to the Sea of Love

On one end I touch the rocky Neverland

underneath my apron is a shelter

for the homeless reader

My other arm touches the wetlands of Plenty

Under me await a barge

that lulls new lovers

From my post I can flag

the bird of liberature

for a ride in the air

On a clear day

you can see the night

Here life thrives unabridged

All passes and all returns

on one side or another

of whatever the arches care to teach

From a ridge or a beach

all will smile to you

when on a clear day

like me you see all

the way to tomorrow

Drawn

Meticulously

Courageously

Playfully

Painfully

Hardly

I drew like a child

the letters of my name

the first

not the last

The lines showed hesitation

The shapes were amusing

The arrangement thrived

in approximation

And I had forgotten all of my worries

all the words that came before

all those to follow tomorrow

Meticulously

Courageously

Playfully

Painfully

Hardly

I drew one last time

the letters of my name

the first

not the last

As would do the elderly

I became

They do

From where I stood

I could see plants fly

because in fact they do

Then I dove into the marsh

where I swam with plants

Because it is a fact

plants can swim too

and better than us

They do

Never seen a plant walk?

Of course not

Me neither

Plants can’t walk

But man do they talk

They told me straight to my face

“Shut up and watch this”

as they rolled and jumped and crawled

Who needs to walk the talk

when you can do everything else

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