Harness – small stone


I fly by you
On the way to pickup.

On a stranger’s
Lawn, you assemble yourself
Into a web of
Neon yellow straps–

The harness to
Hold you here on this earth,
Up there,
In the arms of
One phlegmatic tree.

I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.

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