BEGIN, BEGAT, BEGONE

the meadow is alive

and calls, but will not

PERMIT, ADMIT, SUBMIT

to

the gaudy clothes of

make believe.

and I’ve forgotten what lies beneath

so

UNTIE, UNWIND, UNMASK

the coat of many colors

(it’s cloud castles blush in the presence of a simple flower)

WREST. WRETCH, WRING

the baton from my cleaving fists

and take this clever angled hat

WILT, WIPE, WASH

off

these silly slippers.

Oh! but my feathers are gone!

Those flashy flirts fly right off!

without

GRAVITY, GRAVITAS, GRAVING

but I AM

Gravid

Pregnant with a Self

Bursting at unseemly seams

SEE

What I have done to this humble shift?

torn

tattered

and twisted

O I AM!

BLOW, BREATH, BIRTH

what was, what is, what is to come

MAKE, MARK, MEND

a meadow child again

 

 

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