Go Fly

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If I 
At the ocean
Awakened at last 
From the stagnant, salty air
Did then
Cut loose and blessed
A once-tethered
False-flying
Prismatic princess
Would the gods of wind and sea
Worship me

Boston Block

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The walk upstairs to the house of old
Revealed
A welcome sensation
For an instant I longed
To receive its four pillars -columns standing true, proud
As my own
The chipped whitewash there and warped, seeded glass panes
Endeared me more, if possible
Than the western orientation, southern gardens and Boston Block
My four-legged friend thought to stay
At last!
But inside, too-small appointments 

Teeter

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On somedays, like strong days
And bright, sunny days
I stand up to my ego
And dictate that we go
To right places with kind faces
Where smooth to the rough faces
But on the long days, oh my soul

Fall

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That Winter and Spring 

That glorious Summer

Those Days!

When I, with wings on my feet

And fire in my belly

Strode contented nonetheless 

Though My Best Friend

Walked ahead sniffing and pulling 

Whimpering, barking and biting

That Fall