Friday, July 26, 2013

Out Here

Somewhere between the lip of the river
and the tall dry grass, I plunge into the sky
as though diving upwards took little effort,
and were a daily occurrence in my mild life.
In the wild blue yonder no one can make mistakes,
and space junk floating in the atmosphere is great
material for collages that blow your
mind with how amazing they appear in the
glittering twilight. As I float above your
city, I broadcast dorky joy and advertise
a message of delight in this most ripe
part of summer. Take me to your leader.


Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home