running across fields

across fields
running
free
becoming
the sun
be
everywhere
be everything
you can
and
one journey
traveling
a lightyear’s distance
from
here
is passion
pure
and
simple

* To be read down, then back up.
* You may find you pause in different places when reading back up.
* The original meaning of the poem can change.

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Tiger Lilies

No longer the tulips
that brought joy, yet we
have the ranunculus. And
the tiger lilies forget

themselves here. The
cabbage roses, those languid
summer rentals, gather for
prayer with us for supper.

The sun revolves around
the bee while young Gracie
adds: “the tiger ladies are
dancing with all the tiger
men.”