Saturday, April 15, 2017

Poem on Her Spring Birthday: When My Soul



When I walk out into the street
and see the sky above the buildings
and all of the people from the ground up,
my Soul walks above the people,
the buildings, the trees,
taking them all in,
for She is not 
thing contained,
though i am 
smaller 
than a 
robin.


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