and feel the rough bark scratch me.
Barefoot toe-holds lift me up into the
leafy bower heaven's gateway of poking
twigs and twisting branch of roughened
bark and fragrant bough.
as I twist and turn
finding a nest of branches to embrace me,
my barefoot toes wiggling in ecstatic delight.
patterns above me... birds sing nearby.
I can feel myself steady and embraced in love
yet swaying gently...
slowly...
in these scratchy arms.
I rest my head and fall asleep...
wakening much later to gaze
into a blue jay's intense eyes.
he and I.
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