Where i go to grow wings

Along the fronds of the triplicate trees
(without specifics regarding latitude/

Sporadically weaving between them,
are dreams, when i need to detach
from the woes of the world.

Fixed on a point, my eyes can divest
of the current calamities.

The clouds conjure pictures, then
quickly erasing, replacing with others;
all perfectly pleasing to me.

With cradling arms, the triplicate trees –
leaning in, welcoming me,

to this place, i can safely surrender
growing wings, through my poetry.

Emalisa Rose is a poet, macrame artist, and animal rescue volunteer. She lives by a beach town, which provides much of the inspiration for her art.  She works as a lunch lady in a NY public school. Her current passion is birding, which she hopes to weave into her art. 

See more of her work in 9.2 and 9.2

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