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I Look Up

I look for her
on the tops of trees
I think she’d notice
that the poplar pods are empty

That they’re shaped
like baby tulips
cups for the mysterious
drinks that keep me small
and made her so big

My eyes search the unseen
and when I lose what I need
I know she knows
there are holes like portals
where things fall through

There are places of comfort
at the tops of trees
where the tulips turn like bells
but never ring

Where the lost and found mingle
but don’t tell their secrets
They hang like our childhood
just out of reach

_________Colleen Redman  / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

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