I sit in a wicker basket
Swung on the arm
Of the child of fire and wind.
Gently rising
Above the diorama
Of a city,
Waving wildly at the matchstick people
So far below.
And smiling into the great blue sky,
When they raise their miniature arms
And wave back.
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
