laced

far on, they wandered,
farther, and they stood. an edge
and a horizon

fingers-laced, they stood

deep breath

have you a firefly
at string to your back, towing
your stories in a

bold-patterned sack? have
you a reason to smile at
the air, a dusky

conclusion to your
anywhere? have you a glass
unto faraway

springs, physics and forked
paths and song-words with rings? have
you a feeling, yet?

i have some i could
share; o, what a free breath when
you know it is

there.

upkeep

this, over my head
let's not seek crossbeams; instead
we might let it float

fly colour, fly

lucky avenue
that takes the weight of your shoes.
but how do you choose?

free hand

you must let it go
don't pull, don't push; verily,
what stays with you, should.

rotated

felicitous turns
of fortune, lucky numbers
when you want them. see.

the shaza

do you ever feel
when you're standing on ground
that the floor's not enough
that you're weight's
too
profound

that you'll
soon have to jump
or fall backward
and see

what catches you?