i want to fly

I really, really, really, REEEEEEEEALY want to fly

Fly high and far

Like those Canadian geese

Who fly from the north, across the borders, past the moon, over my house, then to Lake Artemesia

Without a visa, or green card, or passport…

Alas, alas, alas, alas, alas, alas, alas, ALAAAAAAS

I am not a bird

I am but a human

who looks at the setting sunlight

through wires like those for the prison

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