In a world part negative
I soar out for a thrill,
going to do it until
I get my fill.
My fill of everthing,
I fly on the eagle wing.
Eagle One down
no one knows
I don't make a sound.
The possum I play
no dead decay,
just my way.
My way of flying
while my azz be frying.
I can burn and churn,
jump back fast and learn.
When a days not sunny,
my eyes maybe runny,
makes no never mind
I still know how
to be loving and kind,
this is the joy I find.
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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