Sky,your cloud tiers,like a wedding dress,all ruffles & chiffon,tease,showing a little leg,& I thank you for that.The acheis manageable now.Where before I bloatedwith the weightof all the absorbing,now I’m lean& mean to lift my skirts,dance, inspired,not in spite of you.I’ll have cake,toss handfuls of rice,release myself--To you, sincerely.
For Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads: Conversation