AS DOROTHY PARKER SPINS IN HER GRAVE

I wouldn’t know what it’s like to leap
Unless you count leapings of thought.
My mind is a jumper of passion and power
But my body, just trust me, is not.

 

One of the April poems.  The prompt for this day was “tell what it’s like to be leaping.”

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