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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