Daddy long legs, press
on ahead now. Skip.
Made of sheets, rice ones
with free, spitfire wings.
Here comes light, roaring
with young rocks, all clumped.
The Earth awakes now.
Jagged and knotted.
Life opens. Kisses.
The worth of days trill.
Your spindly scuttles
enhance a mountain.
Hi - My thanks goes to Samantha Terrell for publishing this: https://samanthaterrell.weebly.com/shine-poetry-series/sept18-stephen-paul-w...
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