Among the morning city
strings the interconnect
of thought and physical brain
bright blues of skipping
light silvering over those
tired bodies in for the night
a boy who rides his bike
looks up into an unfamiliar
sky wonders not
what or how
or why but
just smiles
and smiles
and smiles
hands out
letting
carefree wind
lost principals
funnel life
by and by and by
2 comments:
This gave me happy heart.
we can fly miles
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