East North Street

by maiasong

Perched up high upon my steep slanted roof

tiny feet wearing red playground dust

clinging to warm shingles

sparkling in mornings light

breaking through

flooding my mind

with something

like what happiness must be

like bitter lemon tamed with sugar

dripping over a soft summer day

rising fearless ruler in a peasants dress

holding a tiger by the tail


2 Comments to “East North Street”

  1. There’s an awakening of all the physical senses in these lines~ I can picture it vividly ! Blessings ~Deborah

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