naked knuckles
all rings removed and
dropped like tears into loose sand
flicking air and tugging atmosphere
reaching into the earth
tearing off the tops of mountains
pulling thunderheads behind
dragged like balloons
in dusty silent carnivals
nobody laughing
brush grown thick through sidewalk
cracks
cotton candy booth abandoned
inhabited by baby birds
itching to fly for their first time
to kiss that cloudless sky
and falling against gravity
proud burning friction
feeling good to be alive
wings outstretched
reaching into the earth
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