Sunday, January 25, 2009
Always the Wind
I can fly, I can dance, I can be myself.
Like the bird, the bee, the balloons,
To north, east, south, or west,
From Great Wall to Texas ghost town.
Red, blue, green and yellow,
Trembling feathers, stripped torso, smiling motley,
Teetering in the wind.
Always the wind.
I can fly, I can dance, I can be myself.
Like words, a ballerina, a baby,
To music, feel, exultation, or beauty,
From pleasure to wonderment.
Red, blue, green and yellow,
Coiled snakes, graceful swan, giggling bubble,
Teetering in the wind.
Always the wind.
I can fly, I can dance, I can be myself.
LIke a saint, a sinner, a recluse,
To spirit, emotions, serenity, or promises,
From gulit to indifference.
Red, blue, green and yellow,
White light, dark alley, hilly cave,
Teetering in the wind.
Always the wind.
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A poem a poem a poem that is
Don get a fright
Receiving my comment in the middle of the night
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