Gravity

Is there anywhere you won’t go?
I am happy not going to outer space
the stars from a distance
could be anything, eyes of frogs
little campfires, holes in Her dress
imagination is important
the surface of the moon too much
like old concrete, give me the whole
round belly of it, the way it appears
through my window when I’m
lonely, likewise the sun occupies its
happy trapease above, the sunflowers
point their lion-faces up in
agreement. I’d rather let the sky
fall on me instead of visa-versa.
gravity, you have been good to me
all the heavy love is right down here
in the dirt.
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