Monday, January 2, 2012

small stones 1/2/2012

Jealous am I of things that can fly.
I hook my thumbs and make finger wings.
I follow birds in their flight,
But they continue into the sunlight
And leave me spellbound, earthbound, (hellbound).

1 comment:

  1. I so agree! Flying is like nothing else. I haven't been up in several years now and sometimes I just ache for it.
    I like your imagery of hooking your thumbs to make finger wings!