"We're all yearning for an edge of sky, aren't we?" - from The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd
The pines, dogwoods and locusts
clutch at clouds.
They stand on tiptoes of their roots
in applause.
Nimbus, cirrus, cumulus
create their cheering section
for rain to quench
bark and branches.
Gravity tugs,
teases them from
sailing or turning
into herons, gulls
and osprey.
Ideas wriggle
at the edge of
the sky.
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