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IAM POETRY SPRING 2021
Park with the Small Tree and Blue & Green Jungle Gym It's the sparse care of a body’s form in all its glory and all its needs. It is like a young tree asking for water’s embrace and a back turned finds it instead. The harm of self that angers me is akin as one too to the stuck thoughts, energies building pressure upon the inner skull of a head overburdened and begging to burst. The words of asking for solace, from Source that are resisted in their coat of inacceptable that like a bright blue plastic slide sat in the sun stuck on straight skin, unbearable. Let it cool let it rest let all the rest of you catch up and find the whole park, the whole jungle gym, without and within, on the same page, being willing. And change comes.
