weeping willow tickles my feet
as i lay belly down
hugging earth.
her many fingers of damp green
send electric shocks of peace
to the questioning child within.
chirping, tweeting, sing-songing blue bird
nests in the wild caves of my hair
and calls me his earth.
f u l l o c i r c l e.
(c)1999 janean lesyk
5.02.2009
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