“Swinging”

 

 

SWINGING

 

Swinging
on a limb
hanging
in the thin cold air
no place to call home
unless you’ve got your head in the clouds
feet on the ground
gripping the parched soil with twisted toes.

 

– Budapest, 4.3.18
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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