Supposing we could fly
Hand in hand
Flapping our outer arms
Into a lovely flow
that kept us drifting,
Drifting above the desert
where we used to trek
Our wide brim hats
protecting us from the sun
Drifting
On to the cities where
we lived together in tiny rooms
and sometimes smoked
Drifting
Over beaches
(of course)
where we collected sea glass and
conch shells
What about our lost selves
Where are they?
Lying somewhere, alone,
Waiting for us to drift
over them
Supposing we could fly
Ellecee
Inspiration from
19. We’re making it up
as we go along
“If only….” or “Suppose….”
For today’s poem, let’s suspend
reality and write a poem that
starts with a preposterous notion…
then follows it. /
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