The Visitors

I watch all day longCrows and squirrelsPrancing up and downThe Champa treeI wish I could grow lighter feetTo cuddle the cloudsTouch the top of the treesFlap wings across the skyThe visitors to my gardenTeach me to aspireBeyond the limits ofMy earthy skills andNarrow domain ofMundane worriesAnd cheap unexciting thrillsShared with Storytellers and Poets United ...

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