by Lydia Rae Bush
I want to be the green palm tree standing between
the sand and your pink sea-side cottage. I mean,
I want everyone who washes up on your
shore to know that I decorate your home.
Little bird, fly free,
but know how far my branches spread
to redirect my clinging leaves
to merely grasping the clouds.
Lydia Rae Bush is a poet writing on embodiment, trauma recovery, and social-emotional development. Her work appears in publications such as Crab Apple Literary, Poetry as Promised Magazine, Discretionary Love, and FULL MOOD MAG. When not writing, Lydia can be found singing and dancing, especially in bed when she is supposed to be going to sleep. Her chapbook Free Bleeding is forthcoming with MANIC PIXIE PRESS. Find her online at linktr.ee/lydiaraebush.
