image from theguardian.com
You and I, we build
a scaffolding of sighs
reaching to the closer clouds.
Our fears
are not of flying,
but falling
back to earth
with those
who go about their lives
as if the sky was only empty,
as if it did not contain wonders,
as if it was not the threshold
to heaven.
This is a late 55 for all the Toads and other garden dewllers over at the Imaginary Garden.
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