Dear nearly weightless day,

This entry is part 33 of 55 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2012


you have not swung so far yet under
the heavy sky: even the trees float,
viridian, speckled; seemingly un-
anchored, in my field of vision.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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