Monday, October 31, 2011

Dream of Flying

High on a hill above the city
I dream of flying.
I dream of flying with yellow leaves and red leaves
with ragged clouds and sunlight.
Over water-meadows and sumac thickets
I fly with wild geese.
Housetops fall away below me.
What tenuous tether keeps me
from the beckoning sky?

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