In Mid Air

Erica Borges
As money is wrapped around handcuffs

Grabbing my wrists too ruff

I tap dance with my feet

In mid air in a dream

When plausible explanations become old

Care more for wishes than gold

I intend to fly on paper

Just seems safer

Use the breath to blow

My wish to the people I know

They can wave goodbye with the certainty

Of the money floating down towards their feet

Published by Erica Borges

"Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them." ~ Dennis Gabor  View profile

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