Simply simple Simon
reaching up
reaching up (not so simple)
almost got it
reaching up
gotta get it
like the dimples he'd inherit
from a seed years ago when this cut off leaf of tree
knew the branch that's the nose of the world that grew to be
Simon
Simply Simon to his family and his friends
standing heir to the kingdom of the woods
and the wills
when he brushes at the itching and it dives to the ground
so focused as he picks it up and queries what he's found
he can smell it (it can be smelled)
he can feel it (it can be felt)
grasping fully in the second that it fell from the sky
that everything and one if once
was greener on this side
