by the hills

a
glass
window
multiple f e e t
& arms wide blessed with
the f a r peaks view looking so near
my tongue can l i c k their iced tips.
legs of oaks holding our toes afloat as
if the drop is not 5,000 feet. consider
the wild strawberries outside, untouch-
ed yet blossoming under the winter air
some cicadas are here to do the night-
shift song as the thrushes take some rest
another golden morning will rise. don’t
forget to visit our little chicken coop to
get f o u r eggs for tomorrow’s break fast.

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08.11.2021
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