Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Flight of the Common

Endless sights set on tempest structures.

I land on nests of straw glistening off shoots of The New Jerusalem's gold.

Sprays of paradise's treasure soak into the blood, sweat and tears' efforts as dreams of a seagull morph into great Eagle medicine.

The simplest glide; kids' kites…euphoric highs; break through records…and common is for granted - taken and not seen.

The color of a blossom it comes down to. The smile of  a lover it strives for.

Ups and downs. Life is extremities.

Blatant attention is due.

Now.

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