As Free As Air Poem by Roy Ballard
As Free As Air
A gossamer, a thistledown,
a filament of reed,
a fragment of a flimsy crown,
a dandelion seed,
a breath-blown orb, a tuft of floc
you've gone into the air;
now all your doing has been done
your place is silent, bare.
I blow on dandelion clocks
to tell the night from day
since time has opened all the locks
and let you float away.
As free as air you now belong
to sky and lark-exalted song.
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