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As I stand here bared atop this mountain
arms stretched to the heavens in awkward pirouette
how can you say that I am not ethereal enough
to matter?

I’ll crouch low and contort, build up tension
and torque then release like a venomous viper
if you prefer a lady-like me

What more can I say?

Perhaps bobbing for pumpkins is more your sport
I can breathe just so long underwater
till my lungs give way, I invert inside-out
in order to let outside-in

Tell me why would it matter
if I leaped from this charmed aerie?

And floated like down to the river and sank
belly-up to the bubbly bottom

© Chagall 2014