Friday, April 16, 2010

Flight Walk

From here on my perch
(I feel like a bird)
Traffic moves with the lights
(Featherless, without wings)
In clumps of cars and space
(No beak to speak of)
Here and there walkers pass
(Wearing shoes few birds could carry)
I only fly in my mind
(Just one eagle this season)
Moving over the rooftops