Silver Pennies

There’s a place

where the bark on trees

peel off

into an ink bowl–

I stand strong

and surround myself

to the wide open doors

without frames–

Let us escape to

the center of a dream,

Even in the cloud light

Silence is just a hilltop wonder–

we stroll backwards

into the tall grasses

only to toss wishes into a statue’s pond,

but the sky is too heavy

and somehow

someday

we will fly.

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