Some Days You Do Not Curl Into A Ball

above the treeline
there are animals
who grow round
in response to cold
they stay close to the ground

the few plants
that do grow up there
grow low and flat
to save themselves
from the wind

there are legends of yeti
as tall as the peaks themselves
who do not hesitate
to rise into the hazards
that surround them

they are notoriously elusive
certainly very rare
and probably imaginary
as you who live in this world
might guess

when a sighting happens
you thrill to hear it
seize upon it as gospel
wake up for work the next day
with a little more spring in your step

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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