She didn’t need much at all
Two or three words
Would be all that it would take
Sometimes
To open up the gates
Of her imagination
Set the fire burning
Pull her to the ragged edge
Where she could go
Tumbling after
Head over heels
Out of control
Free falling
High flying
Naturally
That’s why
Ever once in awhile
Blue moon
She would ask
To be given
Two or three words
Just enough to go on
Jump start
Little push
That is all it takes
To get her going
Riding downhill
Hands in the air
Fast as she can
Tumbling after.
Free falling
Word after word
Into place
Making sense
Somehow
Of everything she feels
From getting just.
Two or Three words.
👣💗Jeanna’ Mead
4 28 p.m. 11.12.18
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