MY PARACHUTE ROPES

MY PARACHUTE ROPES

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I move, I move, 

My wheels turn like wild things

My hands cry the rims

I run in my dreams

I jump with style

I dance

I move, and dance

My eyes sing like sopranos

My mouth uses color

Like a rainbow

Behind me

I run

I run and I run

The drip lines in my arm

Are parachute ropes

I steer them alone

To land here

I stand

I dream, I dream

Nothing keeps my mind

Inside my faltering

Little loving body

With dancing

Writing pen

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Poem by Darren White

January 13, 2017