superman’s noon

 

up there
up and flying
on a tuesday
sun

oh the
bright lines
of the haggard
noon brushed
randomly

as each of
my fingers
snap the wild
air and

oh the
bright lines
of  the haggard
noon meet
the only
man who
can float
on the pinnacle
of unsecured
spaces
up there

 

2013

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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