Alight on fragrant air,
I somersault wildly
upside-down in updrafts,
born to barrel roll.
Ascension is my only
flight plan.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: flying
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April 11, 2017
Hey, You A Muse?
February 12, 2016
I must be careful
as I proceed from this point
to resist the urge to fly
So I will stay grounded
though notice my ankles stretch
upward forever in flight
I wear lime-yellow argyles
socks where you’re supposed to be
looking
Crazy zig zags man
– give a brother a pound and
say see you later
I’m heading to the roof now
someone’s predicted occurrences foreseen that
I’ll need to be flying to
I’m sorry
I could only resist
for so long
Chagall 2016
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Swoopin’
February 2, 2016
I fly quicker
atop cold currents
loving blend of my heat
in chilled wind
Warmer drafts
slow me I drift
lazily languorous
Chagall 2016
Chacha #113
December 29, 2015
If this were real life
I would fly
Chagall 2015
Gaze 3 A.M.
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December 14, 2014
How odd the stars that burn so hot
can wink, demure, so cold
I am warmed by the faces
of so many moons
More real than the lights
of jet planes
These nights I find
I slow down seeking free fall
Up, so I float
without need to ever
look down
© Chagall 2014
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