I stood
over the deep end
and realized
I could walk on water

Sand filled nostrils
concrete feet
doused
consumed by backdrafts
I watch sparrows soar
my wings furled

Nothing to do
with love or pain
no nature notes
or color commentary
no promises
simple transgression

Seeds sown
grass grown
tame wild flowers
cats in herds
maybe your hand in mine
Nothing else

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