Floating On

Hot and lift and up and air—
Turn up the silence and enter the blue.

Over and through, into sky and by flame,
A new sensibility came.

They wanted to tether me down with cables,
But I am not grounded—that was old news,
For now I float on and kick off my shoes.

They wanted to staple my shoes to the floor
To fill up their pews with shoes and with feet.
But I have great wings of a billowy canvas

That fill with my heat.

In my sanctified basket I blow through the cities
And over the steeples.

From ten thousand feet
I wave at the peoples.

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