Fridays

Class end swiftly, shuffle in, shuffle out
The wind asks to sweep me home
I spread my wings, but cannot fly
So I linger near to the ground

The sun is bright, the air is warm
And so towards the Earth I wander
Down the bluff the river beckons
So there I linger, hugging a shadow

My world has shrunk, a puny cage
Enough room to breathe, but none to roam
Forcing me to memorize an inch's gems.

But there in a hole of weeds
Upon the earth, surrounded by bees
My spirit escapes its hollow realms
I could be anywhere, but I am here.

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