I’m a flyer

hung by the hair
on a thin

string of blue,
between

the sun & the moon.
I’m a flyer

locked up there

in the sky’s suitcase
like in a lover’s

bottomless
stare.
Up in the air,

where gravity

comes undone,
I can see

shy heaven

undress
and then

blush,
its cloudy

lace
fallen, strung

across
the mountains

sown below.
I’m a flyer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Josh BAER, “Mount Rainer”