I felt like a dry leaf in the wind
I put on my dad's huge boots,
and mismatched snow gloves
because the weeds were prickly.
. They didn't want me to pull them up.
I think I looked silly.
I am not small;
I am not twiggish, or bendy like a pine needle;
but as soon as I had the boots on
and the gloves
and as soon as I was pulling at a vine that reminded me
of the foamy breakers out at sea
I seemed fragile,
hands too big, feet to big, ready to lose my balance
like a gray frigate under the shadow of a storm wave or
like somebody just blew me off my tree.
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