as a child,paper aircraft
lifted off from my trembling hands
flew above their own gravity
landed in another's eye
adolescent,emotions took wing-
expressing was EVERY thing!
sink or swim,these little word wings
still flew from hand to eye
i did not know what i was doing
releasing words into the wings
chants,mantras,affirmations
musicians came to back and sing
get thee to a coffee shop!
where the words could gather(lots!
open mike and mind and ears and heart
recognize these wings as art
put them on a leaflet !let them fly!
released upon the streets by morning light
by nightfall,they had found a home
within your hands and eyes and minds
she said"this needs to be documented!"
these first stirrings -impulse to fly
these wings-put them on computer
so they might sing beyond their time
her computer stolen.the leaflets too
only this story remains to share with you
how flight is temporary /transitory
always ever we begin in truth-
"make books!"-and so we did
wordwings gathering between
the covers that covered numbers
of volumes now over 200
and still we start @zero-
blank page/empty stage /hollow
as the pen and eyes and heart
that makes wordwings as their art
may you fly beyond gravity!
(we are still seeking new wordwings)
they will rise like smoke from fires
disappear before your ears and eyes
everyone learns to fly
every body tries.
(for STREET POETRY 1973-2010)
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