take-offA Poem by misterfebusmaybe through living rooms with furniture made from the finest fabric or maybe handed down made from cheap wood or maybe from neighborhood to neighborhood maybe city to city maybe state to state or if the world was flat from Alaska to New Zealand in houses built like mansions or shacks maybe made by hands young and old rich or poor maybe men or women at parties, alone or not maybe somber or not or in your living room alone asked by a boy or girl, who are also looking for attention and affection too build something to pass the time and maybe then to feel the memories and emotions that build inside you of when you were a child, maybe wanting to put together something quick or maybe for that boy or girl - too maybe get them out of your hair so you can continue with the adults at the party, maybe to finish a drink or conversation and maybe to see them off and running maybe to rebuild the one you've made maybe with wild drawings of life maybe with stars and stripes maybe with a moon or red circle maybe with colors: red, white, blue or maybe white and blue maybe yellow, green, and red maybe green, white, and gold scribbled on with crayon, pencil, pen or maybe paint.. maybe with words of asking or telling of love, or of hope, or of dreams or maybe of rhymes and secret passwords, these things that take place in our living rooms through space and time maybe for building imagination and letting go.. maybe to connect with something, someone a small and simple gesture suspended in the moment of disbelief that maybe, maybe, just maybe.. see a paper plane take-off in flight..
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Added on November 1, 2015 Last Updated on November 7, 2015 AuthormisterfebusCOAboutA kid of colorful coats now in an older jacket finding in the pockets pieces of wrinkled paper memories dusted with lead. more..Writing
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