Impulse to go against rote,
defeat the tedium of the daysong,
crack the egg and watch the contents
spill out;
for no reason other than amusement.
I want to climb to the top,
not to be steady, but to fall
to feel, the wind cushioning my face,
to hit the pavement and watch myself,
from a distance, rise again.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
