The little green person
situated their sweaty skin
up against her blue scales--
hoping to come in.
.
Like the octopuses that stretch and suck,
you control if you are stuck
in the nook of two slippery rocks
encased in a mossy grip, pickled fingers
licked by little green tongues from tip to tip.
She decided to slide into against
the mulberry filled grass, and smile with her friends
in the slippery past
entangled in seaweed and afloat at last
--a corpse drifting in repose;
softly tossed like the tide that blows
shiny bubbles pop quietly on her cherry red toes.
"Climb and focus, climb and focus,"
their eyes would tell her
if she would look, but she won't
she is certain. she already knows.
Emerald eyes dipped in green
watch as drunken helicopter seeds
twirl from the sky down against her feet
stomping loud on a crowd
of grumpy orange leaves.
The little green person
high in a tree
came gently and silky
like a spider having tea
