Two poems

Monarch

Yellow
Veined
Poised
Upright
Un-
Moving
Lifting
Lofting
Dancing
Weightless
Wings

Flying

Every afternoon
a gray squirrel
runs to the edge
of the roof

tests the distance
and the wind
and leaps
catching the tips

of a branch
then scrambles down
proud of himself.
This morning

calm, self-assured
he measured the distance
tested the wind . . .
and disappeared.

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About gwpj

Originally from Seattle, I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where I write, explore this city, read widely, and ask questions about things that i see as important. I'm also an author, with three novels published ("The Old Man and The Monkey", "Grandfather and The Raven", and "Bear: a story about a boy and his unusual dog"). For more information about my writing, drop by my website, at www.geogepolleyauthor.com.
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