I am a circle
of tiny white lines
Feathery soft
With endless rhymes
Breathe from lips
Spreads me in hills
Surrounded by ships
Like a circle of fifths
Out
Blow me into blue sky
Watch me float
Watch me fly
Chase me like bubbles
Down the hill
Dan-dee-lie-un
Hear me Sigh-in
Cuz I'm find-in
How to live my life again
Waiting for the fine lines
of a dark, but feathered friend
Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016
Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016
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