I Saw A Flower Today...

a scrumptious snak

and I said, “hey look, the sky’s on fire”

peach coloured sky

Chasing the Sun

Chasing the Sun

Following its tail

Moving towards the firey sky

It’s all I can every do

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Dark and red

Loud and soft colours

Float above the ombred horizon

It’s so far away

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I’m so high

Up in the clouds where borders don’t exist in dotted lines

No man can say this is my land and this where I stay

Put down the weapons

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Trees and roads and city

They don’t have names up here

The cloud casting shadows don’t discriminate

When everyone thinks they have control

They have none

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Pin pricks like on a dream board is my home

They stand out in lines and strips and blocks

Underneath the airplane wing

My family and my cat and my friends

Sleep

Underneath the airplane wing

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Grids and lines are houses

Lit up with the bright joy of a welcome home

I’ve forgotten about the sinking feeling in my stomach

I can’t remember when my ears weren’t popped

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Stars anchored to the ground

Thin out into the blackness of land

Leaving the dense city behind

Underneath the plane wing

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Turning and tilting

Sinking and swooping

It was the wrong place

Too small to make a safe landing

To far to house my bed

To high to reach down and touch the glimmering city lights

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I don’t live in the city

I breathe the city

I take it in when the sky glows orange

When the free stars

Dance

Far and away

Stealing the warmth from each other

To stay alive another day

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Into the clouds

I’m enveloped

Inside the whipped cream sky

Nothing but a hazy grey ocean

The blinking plane light

Reflects off the fluff surrounding it

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There’s my city

I can see the invisible dots of my parents

Waiting for me inside the airport

My little sister

Bouncing on the balls of her feet

Jittering and shaking with excitement

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I can barely see the fading green property lines

Small winding roads

A house with sleeping and unsleeping people

But I am still awake

up in the mountains

clear as glass

Beauty Everywhere

i see musical notes hold hands and french kiss under moonlight

i see frozen waterfalls dance in my rear view mirror

i see waves crash against golden sand, sketching sensual rivulets into the Little Rock’s

all of this, and i still can’t find love?

I am once again posting a picture of my fireplace

Bass strings

Years pass like trees out a car window. My hands on the steering wheel, your music in my head. The road trip music, the chill rock where the guitar is the lead and the singer takes second. Somehow you find your way into the bass players strings. Low and aggressive, relaxed and gentle. You’re with me as I drive through the mountains

GMorning, GNight by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Illustrated by Jonny Sun