Jump

It is time to go  

to Fiscardou.

It’s a know so. 

Along the path I am on 

there has been a garden 

and 

a home to share.

The fare is air. 

Cypress trees grow there;

flowers, too.

I may plant a few 

and turn around 

to the blue 

and 

green 

Ionian

scene. 

I’ve been known to kiss the ground.

I have been found again. 

There are many places to land.

Frogs do.

I, too. 

So can you.

Jump.