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Number of posts : 63 Age : 51 Location : Salt Lake City, Utah Poets : Allan Ginsburg, May Swenson, Billy Collins, ect. Registration date : 2008-12-27
| Subject: ON A BENCH AT A PARK Sun Dec 28, 2008 1:47 am | |
| Sitting on a bench, gazing at the swallows fliting by, they long, the open sky, to float, a single breeze, they try; most of our eyes are stuck on watching them fly.
Like these swallows, I want to float in open air, my abnormality, no need to gloat. Standing on the bench; ready to float. Before, falling towards the ground, I clear my throat.
Alas, my wings have been waxed, they can't carry me! Do not jeer! Let me be! I must remain jolly and free. Set the fact aside, that the blustry wind, can't up-root me! | |
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