it was in my imagination,
so i could do it with ease.
i climbed to the very top of that tree there.
the one with all the pinkish/maroonish buds.
i sat right there.
their powder covering me,
turning my jeans dusty pink.
dangling my legs right smack into the middle of the sky,
and holding on to tree bark that tingled the palms of my hands,
i sat tickled with spring.