removed to blue 1962

Everyday 

everyday i would fly to school

everyday i would eat my captain crunch & cinnamon toast

walk out my front door

watching the toes of my saddle shoes, 
i would walk down

the sidewalk to school

the lines metronoming my stride 
like

playing cards on my bicycle spokes

walking along

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

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 

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 oh how i still wanted to fly