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My love poem to you has been translated
by one from your land and language. It says:
My major organs leap from their confines to enable
coexisting in the same ethereal space as your exultations.
Clearly the word was intended to be “exhalations.”
© Chagall ∞
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
Alphabet City