I see you
with a fist of a fight
and you keep it tight
I see you.
and it’s beautiful~
the light kisses your tilted brow
as you watch slanted ice fall from
the roof of a mountain.
You can breathe in her life-
follow her pen cutting through the paper like cotton candy.
and I follow every word like a musician
-a note for a note playing flute
-creating from a jazzy song
wheels always turning
down the hill
momentum to leave this planet
and everyone will watch her fly.