Sep 22
poem 0 comments challenge: Up
Yellow Sweater's picture

In is up

In the empty space between leaves, 
I distilled myself. 

The perfect nondescript expanded.
I squeezed between the cracks 
into the unblemished.

Filtered and full, 
I was reduced to only my inside air,

The leaves were gone.
I was warm,
and rising through the cool grey.