Monday, January 26, 2015


She's tossing away that heavy, old hide
That crumpled carcass
Her new self
Soft-bellied, exposed
Metallic green and golds
Shining in the light
She's looking for a new audience
Dedicated fans
Not merely admired
No, enough admiration 
It's time to love
To be loved
The weight of it
Slows her down
To an unbearable shuffle
To love
Is to fly 
Nothing will lure her
Back to rocky ground
She flies over blue lagoons
And emerald forests
This is her heavenly destiny

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