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Click herehere in the troposphere
we get hit by rain, struck by thunder
flirt with lightning,
lay below fallen rocks
trade stocks
make love
pick flowers, destroy our definitions of weeds
and Emily Dickinson’s herbarium
are all here
within the troposphere
Interesting use of phrases,
but what "are all here"?
This line distracts me from the rest of the poem.
"pick flowers, destroy our definitions of weeds
and Emily Dickinson?s herbarium
are all here
within the troposphere"
I swear I left a comment yesterday---
I have thought a great deal about the definition of weeds...but I cannot help but wonder if you are destroying poor Emily's herbarium or just its definition..... This piece was especially moving to me.
Love how it all mixes in your imagination and spills out in poetry. :)