On fly wings
Through the tickling wisps
Of stratospheric delight
Circling mountains with acrobatic ease
The daydreamer
Heavenbound
Outside the grasp of gravity
Reaching to blazing star tendril
Through passage of time, sucked
Mortality released
Fate's hand
Fly wings are plucked like fruit
Whirligig groundward spiral
Carom off leaves trampoline
To a fateful drying husk death
On the ground below
Day fades, Night
Creeps on rotting fly corpse
Sudden awakening lightning flash
The daydreamer pauses, looks down
From stories up above
No wings, no easy choice
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
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