A day of walking
come home
take off my shoes
I like to fly at night
only once in a while
pretty dark skies
a stark white moon
sparkling stars
chills
tickling hairs
on my arms n’ legs
a flock of birds circle n’ sweep
little colonies of harmony
morning,
wake up
swing my legs over the side of the bed
stand on two feet
slip perfect into shoes
walk like every day
One day,
come home,
take off my shoes
flying again
wake up
Again
slip on my socks
n’ don’t put on my shoes
no use when I’m just gonna
soar
n’
Watch my views
my birds
Just,
in my hair,
feeling that air
Later too
Wake up
Socks
Moon
Stars
Wake up
n’ what’s the sake in socks
with no shoes?
wind is great
thru your toes
Sometimes
I lose a star
… always another
Sometimes
I fly the sky
in spirals
a sway
must scare the birds away
But still
I like that chill
wake up in the room
another night
straight up
n’ up
can only look n’ wonder
where’s that big moon?
n’ a chill is chilly
when I’m this still
n’ why the birds seem to spill
straight down
n’ my view
is the ground?
Wake up
socks maybe
for warmth
n’ maybe
shoes
perfect, just
a little walk
for once
past still things
like trees
n’ awnings
There goes those birds that fell
n’ felt,
is that chill
can assume
straight up
is the moon
the stars,
all seem to move
in these shoes
once in a while
I do like the view
n’ the ground
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