linden – linden wing #2
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linden wing #2
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thin green pale
I hoist my, turn my
tapered, paper sail
to wind-tasks, two
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first I nudge my mast
of flowers, rudder
to the breeze, my pollen-folk
hitch a ride with the bees
each captured grain a triumph
each launch a score
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later, I loose my mooring
detach, hoist spinnaker and main
samara of linden
and passenger seeds
sail away
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Copyright 2015 Jane Tims
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I agree with Carol. The words do sail. Beautiful. 🙂
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Robin
July 23, 2015 at 5:01 pm
Hi. Thanks Robin!
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jane tims
July 23, 2015 at 7:09 pm
The sounds of the words in this poem sail themselves through the air as I read it aloud. Lovely.
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Carol Steel
July 17, 2015 at 7:50 am
Thanks Carol!
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jane tims
July 17, 2015 at 2:32 pm