The Unconscious

Costa Rica 152 (2)

In dreams I fly across the sky
on a white wingéd beast
who’s unshod hooves
leave the air

the hills roll
and rivers curve
through lush valleys
then slope into towns
where tiny people spend their days
not noticing

I rise above them
swooping on currents
touching the clouds
There are no boundaries
I am free

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