Flying with me
Up and around my head
Leaving traces of deep pink
While I get light headed
From time to time
Holding me up
Holding me
Mystery and chirps
Bright colors on their backs
Sleeves of symbols and nature
Carving out the trees
Our initials
One flys so high I barely see
Straight down
Full speed
On my shoulder
The other hovers near me
Next to me
Twisting and turning
In a rhythm that is only like my own
We dance in the wilderness
Wild imagination filled with ideas
Creative magic never deterred
Truth that punctures the fictions
Surround the way
We are taking
Or I am taking
While they fly
And eventually
Fly away from me
While this story unfolds
In new directions
Not waiting to go
I grow wings
To join them
We play music with our minds
We draw the new trees
We create the paths
As warriors
Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos 
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