Socks Moon Stars Shoes

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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