Nelipot

this child dreams
wears purity well,
climbs inside scattered branches
pops her head up to
suprise the little birds,
squinches a lovely eye
at God's sheer blue curtain

she knows,

stillness can suddenly go
in every direction

curious pauses,
bent over, breathing hard,
freelance miracles hide deep for discovery

sings off-key with feathered faces,
they take their wings
point at her feet,
serenade the beautiful nelipot
skipping over stones
without her shoes

but still, she knows,

takes just a tiny toe sweep
and she tucks herself together
at the edge of her dream


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