S K Y

in my pocket holds
eu

PHO
ric elves who

forgot they need to plant
pumpkins and peas

s ~ K ~ y
Y
y
in my pocket lets
l o
O
s E
coloured clouds
landing on
your lap of
aloe aloneness

sky in my pocket weaves
wings on acorn ankles
reminding I can swiftly fly to
macadamia mountains high

sky in my pocket sighs
sunlight, then rains crystal
tropical tears into our empty bucket
to quench a thirsty
Love


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