apricot
I sleep on an apricot,
a leaf for a blanket,
a seed for a pillow.
I sleep under the stars,
a rising gibbous moon
pushing aside the darker sky
I dream of insect highways
and wind through the grasstops
and of how precious is
my small life
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Delightful. I wonder who the speaker is.
the ubiquitous I ?
love the fairytale quality
Love the dreamy, otherworldly mood.
Very nice poem. I love how it ends in a mystery.