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Saturday, January 2, 2021

poem - flying


by dog e relaford



as i was flying through the air
on my way to the county fair
i turned into a surly peasant
an experience shockingly unpleasant

not sailing over the planet’s crust
but choking on the fumes of dust
kicked up by wandering humanity
mumbling to myself, o can it be?

shall i no longer be a bird?
there are no thoughts, there are no words
nothing i can share
can express my deep despair

at being found
to be earthbound
i want to be free!
i want to be me!

how about you?
do you want freedom too?
who has cast us from the sky?
must we crawl until we die?

o you who cast me down
to this world of wolves and clowns
i hope you were satisfied
when i sat in the mud and cried




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