Special: dreaming about running

Run
Blink
Breathe
Move,
Free

Wings
White with brown tips
A leather dress with no sleeves and bad stitching
Hair that clutches at the wind
Sun-drunk arms that were once the white of angels’ conscious, covered in freckles
Running down the road, bare feet pattering the dust with prints from promise

Movement
Running
Not free, now, fleeing
An angel caught in arms
The white tipped wings soaked from ashes like pepper over white, white fish
Running
Running
Running.

Running
Running
Running….


Flying.
Throwing your arms towards the blue and knowing you can reach it,
that our ten fingers can aspire to touch the sky--
Flying
flying
flying....