when the bird alights upon your branch arms
trusts in the safety of your tree root smile
is at ease with your windswept insecurities
cohabits in a nest of grace and beauty
when each day is not a question/marked
more an exclamation(O! OH! Ah! Aaah!! Ho!
and your breath comes easy like a cat returning
not by command more by the gentle way of things
that affirms we are all in connection/butterfly wings
dictate Amazons/even skyscrapers must bend
Trees know-they flow like rivers in the sky of air
We could sit and watch them like one channel television sets
and they would dance like scarves in the wind of air
bend like Salome or Isadora Duncan
or Josephine Baker in banana movements of the free at heart
For art must wait for love to animate
you will know when it arrives.It is when you choose to love.
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