parralel (the boy in corduroy)
from first steps, trips,
revisionary slips
back and forth on rails, parallel
grip the wings of silver birds of the sky that scale
fast track no doubt about that with a grip of the stick life never fails
to move forward backwards sideways divideways in all forms of flight and
sight
despite the direction your mind tends to trail
yes, whether you prefer perpendicular, life tends to be parallel
just like the cords of the jacket worn so evidently hip I caught
sight
while traveling through the night on foot, train, and soul seeking
flight
from home to home and in-between always alone
my heart beheld that boy in corduroy
and life momentarily ceased to run parallel
- Erin Hicks