Not just inhaling but
seeing smelling eating cool wind warm air
full of yellow glaze.
smells alternately like New York City and a
cheesy amusment park.
We step into nothing before our foot hits
back down again and
I find myself wishing it won't.
just rise, slow
rise above buildings' brick and city's street.
Thinkin' about magic.
Hoping for urban dragons, socialite dryads.
Flashes of energy, bangs and pops as sorcerers
practice in alleyways.
Dreams are easy on life-hungry days
lazily existing on sun-ripened air
floating a little
between
each
step.
1 comment:
becca,
i really like these lines alot.
Flashes of energy, bangs and pops as sorcerers
practice in alleyways.
my only suggestion would be that i think
"seeing smelling" kind of hides the "eating" which i think is really really cool and should be the focal point. and it would be if it were the first word on the line.
anyways b-rob, super! i want to see more.
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