i feel like tiny bird chase by
hawk, teasing my existence
i dare master glider fly with me
how fast could he really cover sky
behind clouds, down river, to plains
anywhere of this lovely universe
with smile swiftness of tiny wings
zip through sunlight, round clouds
i see silver sparkles on lake below
i love to come down, wash my toe
pretend i'm one of tourist taking pic
throw their trash everywhere; i'm sick
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