removed to blue 1962

everyday ....
everyday i would fly to school
everyday i would eat captain crunch & cinnamon toast
walk out my front door
watching the toes of my saddle shoes
walking  down
the sidewalk to school
the lines metronoming my stride 
like
playing cards on bicycle spokes
walking 
walking
suddenly
i would be
flying
flying high up 
everyday i would fly to school and then home again
above the sidewalk of my cedarberry street
fall
winter
spring ... grey days or blue
clouds of elephants & rivers of current amuse
flying
an effortless glide removed from
the lonely, 
the ache of the knowing
the wounds of goodbye
the wind never cares if your knee socks stay up
flying
flying high up 
everyday
until i turned 15
and discovered
skirts 
and
seals 
& crofts & boys & kisses
and the cut of the knowing & the bruise of goodbye
and
i walked to school
everyday ....

but wanted to fly