The Parl

April 8, 2008
By Rebecca Sanders, Lexington, KY

We stretched our tired limbs out
And laid them gently
in the green woven grass
spread out like starfish
under the clouds
The clouds were the ocean
I felt my ghost
smoke out from between my lips
get caught in the wind
and funnel up into the crest
of the highest atmospheric wave
I am everything
everything is me
my face is painted in the
chloroplasts in the cells of the leaves
there’s a grasshopper in my chest cavity
and its pulling me over to you.
what is time?

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