Poems from and-thus-they-fly
The act of walking-
moving, always moving-
inspires connection.
Under stars and street lamps,
through streets and sidewalks,
strolling....
I am a body.
I have hair and skin.
I have height and mass and volume.
You see this.
I am a person.
I have loves and hates.
I have fears...
It bleeds through me -
A whirling current of color,
Flowing from my heart
And across my skin.
Delicate patterns,
Sifting, swirling,...
Everything must fit:
Lines run to the left
over strokes going right.
Bunching and stretching,
proteins moving and changing.
Parades of...
Who am I?
Don’t ask me.
My opinion does not
matter.
Ask others.
They will tell you:
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Skinny
White skin
Freckles...