Day 11’s word pairing prompt this NaPoWriMo is perfect for me. Friends will smile when they read this poem. Enjoy!
Free Spirit
Mom said
to not let anyone
squash my free spirit.
A spirit that hovers
between the fat bottoms
of cumulus clouds
and spring mud,
composting leaves,
in a copse of paper birch
with two slim white tree trunks
entwined.
There’s a trick
the song birds use
flapping their wings
to lift their colorful bodies.
Between beats
they sink
then press the air again
boosted upward.
Spirit is like this.
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