Kristin Jennifer

do you know how many days passed by while I

in a white robe floated past the trees

toes skimming over the rooftops

a surface life no deeper than a smile

can you see the tiny granules of dirt?

have you touched the blades of grass

that felt soft and warm in small curious fingertips?

I knew that hill over in the corner of the yard

my yard was a family to me

I spent time in silky dress-ups with cats strolling by

and plastic teacups filled with a careful mixture of

sycamore bark eucalyptus leaf and daisy

the ground that was bought with a lifetime of days

never felt your touch never held your attention your eyes


skim by and flutter blurry being

I'll wait

says the patch of rich molecular density

I'll wait

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