Fireflies try
And, so do I
To simply fly
And not ask why
Of the days we get stepped on
Of our glow from dusk to dawn
Should our days feel underground
Should the answers stay unfound
Fireflies know
And, so do I
Our wings and light
Will end the night
Become again the albatrossThere, the placid lake I threw my anger into
Strivings and feelings
Surface and firmament
Indistinguishable now
And although I see no green light starboard side
I’ve nothing left to try to sail
Or swim or flail
Memories softened
It’s time to take time
Take care
Dry my wings
And fly
The Consequences of Smiling
by Lisa
You’ll always look four and twelve
Eighty even, but not forty at all
Kids will look at you funny for a minute
Then run to you
They’ll want to stay
Real adults won’t take you seriously
So beware
The eyes begin to go
Wrinkles at the corners
Nearsightedness -the good kind of myopia
You’ll see the treasure too
The up-close
The forest for the trees
Your own awe-struck stare at dawn
Your face will stay that way
Muscle memory (Mom was right)
You’ll be the light
In someone’s lousy day
On your own hard days
You’ll see your smile too
Its asymmetry…its perseverance
Smiles are feathers
Warmth for mind, body and soul
Insulation from frowns
Lift for the wings
Yours and theirs
Rainbow-colored plumage for this place
Smiles, like feathers that tickle
Behave thee, beautiful Hawk
Else, if not
Call me closer
Force my witness
Of thine stripes
Thine wings
Blind to dark truth
Accuse me of such
Of reality
I do not think much
Visions with wings
My eyes focused there
Of what’s possible
My heart takes that dare
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