One thirty am
cats insisted on waking her at 1:30- a bird sound ignited their curiosity
all momma wanted was to return to her dream of flying over canyons--
gazing at acres of mid-western farms, in the classic rectangles of green, brown, orange, yellow...
from below her random temporary wings-- offering a sweet tart taste
of realized freedom--
arteries, veins, muscle and bone, a homing pigeon steering closer to a classic vision of "welcome home"
for all who choose to wander beyond the bordered fiction--
a universal fellowship will always be-- our inalienable right..without a fight-
bathed in the light,
melting borders--
sea gulls fly freely
katyajo (c)'18
all momma wanted was to return to her dream of flying over canyons--
gazing at acres of mid-western farms, in the classic rectangles of green, brown, orange, yellow...
from below her random temporary wings-- offering a sweet tart taste
of realized freedom--
arteries, veins, muscle and bone, a homing pigeon steering closer to a classic vision of "welcome home"
for all who choose to wander beyond the bordered fiction--
a universal fellowship will always be-- our inalienable right..without a fight-
bathed in the light,
melting borders--
sea gulls fly freely
katyajo (c)'18
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