Flutters Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

If man could fly a thousand moons,
And ride a zephyr wind to perpetuity,
braze himself with uncertainty to never loose his cool,
while shutting his eyes to what is uneasy to others,
then fear he will overcome to be a stave of incessant freedom.

This ability to soar like an eagle under the temperament of thermal winds,
To trust oneself as a sky piper from Hawthorne to Wichita,
under duress of silver-wings,
makes a daring hero of the birdman of Enid.

For the comet has risen from its ashes,
of spruce and fine linens,
taking a bow on the salt plains of Oklahoma,
Where the heartland cometh together as one voice of emancipation.

Let the children thirst liberty,
From the Missisipi mud banks to the Rocky spires,
beneath gods apogee,
In a vast plain riddled with ponds that lays roots to the fluttering heart.