my legs –&
they were
not even
crossed,
as I stood,
were both
asleep; to
savour this
new-ness
at once
gravity
& joy — O
hold down
the floor —
all day
they’re up
redoing
the roof
Poetry
my legs –&
they were
not even
crossed,
as I stood,
were both
asleep; to
savour this
new-ness
at once
gravity
& joy — O
hold down
the floor —
all day
they’re up
redoing
the roof