The Minstrel’s Song
I dance on clouds
and walk past the moon
slowly stumbling
to the mellow earth
where people stand
in the sun and buy
shade that I sell cheap
from under my swollen
eyelids, my mouth
moving around the words
called “follow me
to the small space
hidden between the trees
where vowels float
through the air
up to the moon
to fall in love
among the clouds.”
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