>What Goes Up

>*photo by Lauren Randolph
hold on tight
to aire is human

a cliche’ dropping
like a lead balloon

no sense in riding the
fence or being fenced in

can’t step on the crack when
you rise above circumstance

you didn’t click your heels thrice
shall I cut you loose to watch you

fly the friendly skies to infinity and
beyond what dreams may come in

different shapes and sizes you up
as head in the clouds oblivious

walking on air you step down
the stairway to heaven and

catch your breath waiting
to exhale a collapsed

iron lung contraction
if you only had a

heart of stone &
ruby slippers

Photo by Lauren Randolph
for One Shoot Sunday