Don’t let the wind tossing your hair frazzle thoughts of flying

I believe this was written circa 2009 while living in Cardiff by the Sea, but I can't be sure. I think I was planning my escape to the Bay Area. An adventure that is still unfolding. 

Don’t let the wind tossing your hair frazzle thoughts of flying

By Julie Gengo 

Fly through the trees

Don't let the antagonists stop you

When angels fall they shed their wings

Grab hold of them and fly

Move through strangers like never before

Slipping in between cracks

When you have to,

When the bleachers won't do

Venture into different topics

And slices of lives from afar

Even those where the rust has 

Created a cloud cover

Don’t let the wind tossing your hair

Frazzle thoughts of flying

Take the blues, the broach, and the bell-bottoms

The cloaks, the crayon, and clovers

Whatever you do,

Do it for the honeysuckles

And the succulent sound

Of people making love

Do it for the distant souls

And dissidents

Closed up in a box 

Do it for the life you have,

And the freedom you have yet to discover