spring fever, by Toni Cross

 

my toes are wiggling and scrunching

deep within my shoes

my wings are lifting skyward

to migrate like a goose

and a southern wind is blowing

about to tear me loose

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tail chasing: a concrete poem by Toni L.A. Cross

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Braincicle… by Toni Cross

there is an icicle on the edge

a braincicle in my mind

made of something

long forgotten

now it’s dripping

slowly melting

thought dew

drop

drip

fly