jovial sun

breaking claws in my fingers

 

and nibbling on stone’s 

 

i see swift feet

 

i see a braided crown

 

and a glow to a face 

 

beaming like the jovial sun

 

queens jestor

 

miracle of life

 

dazed and confused 

 

one finds clarity 

 

like a bumblebee on the windsheild

 

still holding on for the ride 

 

until he goes flying in the wind

 

and navigates like a jet pilot

 

glaring through his ski goggles

 

looking for his pollen flower

 

to place on her crown 

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