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
