Thursday, January 7, 2016

Everglide

Like a seagull,
you fly over
parking lots;
so high above
nothing but the
home you've known

Like a pelican,
you rest upon
the pulsing waves;
you need nothing
but the fish
and a blue sky

Flap your wings
atop a world
bound to itself
and turn toward
the setting sun
and everglide 

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