spindles and beams and
tiny little trees
that keep our house from floating
up to you
I’ll tie it to a blue jay
and
he’ll drag us up there
and
I’ll tell him you’re the man on the moon
and
he’ll have to take the journey to find out
and
Mom says blue jays aint strong enough
But she’s just an adult so
She forgot how to understand
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