The Poet’s Leaf

I know that I will always have
a home in Poetry

A place where I can
leap from the bottom of the earth,
across the sky to
visit the mystic of the east,
preservation of the north,
the feast of the west
and the warmth of the south

hover the globe to touch
human hearts of many lands,
engage the world with
the giving energy of a waterfall

only to rest where there
is a bough for the poet’s leaf

In Poetry I am free to live
on the light
blue air, while butterflies court me
and the eye of an eagle
is mine

– T. Jenese Thompson

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