the city winds

down the gray streets

rubber and concrete finding foundation

friction propels me down

through the winding maze

buildings rise like trees with glass leaves and steel limbs

people stand in wonder

walking wandering

finding their way about in the afternoon

as clouds are breaking way

sunshine courses through the white sky

rays of light dance across my eyes

and at my back the breeze kicks up dust

I can fly

in the quiet of my mind

I have soared through these streets

not above with the Gulls

but deep within

their corridors

where I can taste the salt of man.

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