why don't you fly

little black friend

shiny little thing

its a precarious dance you've begun

amongst the dunes extending out to the end

of my horizon


why don't you fly

is it the heavy quilt

of patchwork grays

covering the wide blue sky

i see her peaking through

the slits of her sleepy cornflower eyes

aided by the sun

who sighs and sighs

waiting to be welcomed back in

fly bird fly

tell him for me

that i miss the warmth of my skin

and the kaleidoscope color of rays

through my damp down springs