what does mother say?
she lifts her head above ground to the silken sky
making symmetrical arches on the side of the green mountain
it spurts like a fountain
god, it’s lovely today,
and the breeze has found itself another way
to curl up into my arms and spread over my hands
as if it had it’s own brain with it’s own plans.
my mother says to look down
the counter -intuitive head spin that makes my head drown
in nausea, from the drop.
heights are never ending and they never stop
and it’s Tuesday already
and mother has climbed out of her burrow once more
closing the door
and her eyes
god, it’s a lovely day.
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