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by poems & doodles

speak low
and hold your breath.

there is a little girl
above
balancing
(however precarious),

tip-toeing
dream-anchored tightropes
woven from the thread
of swaddling cloths
and wrinkled ribbon
knit with
strands of spiraled hair
and stick-straight lash.

she stumbles and side-steps
with muddied feet
and soft soles,
knocks
sunkissed knees
untouched
by flesh-curling concrete

inches forward
reaching for the
tips of a sickled moon,
for the sparkle
of a burning star

not knowing
the things that will make her
trip and cry,
bleed and burn
are watching from below
(and have been for
quite some time).

so speak low
and hold your breath.
there is a little girl above
balancing

however precarious.

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