I write to you hoping that I may lift
my weight upon the wings of words –
find an updraft, ride another aspect
arising from this righteous earth,
its rocks and rills, its well-worn dirt
beyond these walls we’ve built
to keep us safe and separate from
its wild designs – real art at work.
My selfish exercise, thinking
it might dispel despair for us both
to ride upon a buzz of words and
pulsing sounds to find ourselves
among the hawks, for an instant –
forgetting fear or finding new
looking through another set of eyes.
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