Orchestra

The kiss of the blooming bud
frolicks on the roads of my palm
with their branching skyscrapers-
the heron necks,
waking up the magma underneath,
stumbling at the intersections
confused about the path it should take,
climbing the staircase on  my fingers
before splitting into a thousand smiles on my fingertips.

I smile back.

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