Tar Roof Top
Away with you to tall golden grasses
to the sound of a creek running over rocks
the babble and gaggle of water sounds
Away with you to open spaces where you can breathe
To big fields that stretch out in every direction
Away to those black inner tubes that you sit in and just float down the river
not a care ..just float
Away to hills covered in ferns
to the smell of peat moss and earth
dark brown rich earth
moss and lichen
To strange openings in the forest where the light cast down through the trees in beams onto the floor of the forest where there is nothing but light pine needles
Special places these that we have known...
I think of inner city kids and how they only know sidewalks and weeds that grow up in between
They find their sweetness in the night on tar topped rooves
Sitting on hot tar topped spaces staring at stars
I hope that they found their freedom in the sky
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