FLIGHT OF FANCY

biplane, my plane, a wing walker’s dream,
the air lifting me UP as I stand on the…
blue sky, a silence that trembles

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THE LESSON

 

Have you ever brushed a yellow Dandelion across your face?
—it’s like learning a new language.
Will they let me in on the secret [?] —
buried treasure, universe;
particles of snow drifting in the blue sky.
No, wait, its white cherry blossoms disintegrating.

HIT THE ROAD — peregrinations

One foot in front of the other,
BREATHE, carefully
Step in the mud
Will my footprint
Become a fossil – years
Past present future

Pebbles falling
From the mountain path
Bone dust & dirt
Mist rising

Life’s a series of dreams
Black Crow calling
Mischief Maker

Begin Again.