Blue Iris

On your royal blue wings

lies a small yellow river

of golden sunshine

 

Your eyes open up

and see the whole world

for all of its beauty

 

Next to you

you see a tall flower

and you move towards it

 

You can only go so far

before your roots hold you still

and cause you to fall

down

down

down

 

As your roots are pulled up

you are pushed down

just as the tallest buildings

collapse eventually

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