Windy Day
Today I take the usual walk
from office to post office to bank,
but when I close my eyes I am seven,
feet upon dirt roads of my childhood
home in western Kansas,
arms outstretched,
believing...
with wind's next breath, I just might fly.
from office to post office to bank,
but when I close my eyes I am seven,
feet upon dirt roads of my childhood
home in western Kansas,
arms outstretched,
believing...
with wind's next breath, I just might fly.
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