We present this work in honor of the poet’s 85th birthday.
When a bird flies
it uses its wings
but when you fly
what do you use?
I think I would stand at the highest point
of a building just as the sun is setting
Could I fly with Alain’s On Happiness?
Could I fly with Mozart’s Jupiter?
Could I fly with
my love for her?
Facing the distant sunset
both arms spread out
I am forever
caught in my own despair