baloo the bear

come sit on my belly

This poem seems pretty darn cheesy when I read it now, but there’s still some goodness in there. And, tbh, I like a little cheesy.

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I am baloo
the bear

come sit on my
belly

and I will float you
down the river

I will sing to you
my songs

as we glide
through the flowers

it is beautiful
and necessary

mother nature’s
recipe

our spread-limb
half-immersion

in the currents
we choose

and the ones
we don’t

one foot
in yesterday
one in today

the forward body
dipping into the deepest right now

and my hair rippling
into forever

- by katie anne jamieson

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I’d love to hear from you. I want to know what you think. Did you like this poem? Did any part of it resonate with you? Let me know.