Intent, a wooden lattice is placed feathers are waxed and laced reeds are stockpiled, patiently cast and curved, each longer than the last it is a perfect design, a boldfaced attempt to fly
Back off the boardwalk, at the Midtown dressed in chiffon, dressed in her best gown an angel black as the color of her hair begins to sing and play and dare to form a perfect design, a boldfaced attempt to fly
falling out of the middle the air begins to thin from light into darkness into the light again
gravity conspiring with the forces of drag so nose up and farewell to those who lag
and who didn’t blow the whistle took calculated risks who didn’t push the river who didn’t use their fists who didn’t go to great lengths nor to great heights you’re up in the air now
Divine
Moonshine drunk, you’re smug as the Sun larger than life, baby you’re the one with wings, rising over the wall falling out of the middle, away from us all it was a perfect design a boldfaced attempt to fly