with toes in stream 

the world just seems 
a kinder place, a gentle grace 
of moon-spill murmured song. 

our feet a-swim, we 
pebble stories, rebel glories; 
bid our lungs to hum along. 


In November, we poem.

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1 Response to with toes in stream 

  1. lynn__ says:

    LOVE this one, De!

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