Thrash and flail awake from sleep
Nerves misfire, muscles clamp
When finally against the back of love
I dream again,
I learn to fly through a sky canopy
held up by pontoons of stars.
When I land I learn
I¹ve traded in my feet for wheels
I live in large barn
in the center of a meadow
With a host of simple creatures
Who wear their joy outside.
These are the things I find I¹ve lost
Through a hole in my pocket:
jane ann flint
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