‘she’ remains undefined
she brings to mind a frozen time,
when we played outside with Winnie the Pooh,
or stayed inside with Scooby Doo.
without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
a time ago, when you set up yarn lines from branch to branch
and readied four tiny plastic green men for their launch.
you let them go. you watch her go.
every which way is beautiful.
she brings to mind a frozen time,
when the golden-green density of a summer day,
taught us the freedom from living in a flexible way.
without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
every wish or dream you’ve left desired.
and despite what I have in mind,
she remains undefined..
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M. L. Michael
‘she’ remains undefined
she brings to mind a frozen time,
when we played outside with Winnie the Pooh,
or stayed inside with Scooby Doo.
without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
a time ago, when you set up yarn lines from branch to branch
and readied four tiny plastic green men for their launch.
you let them go. you watch her go.
every which way is beautiful.[…]
Every Breath Poetic 