Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Mary Poppins

The frozen cement
pounds beneath my feet
each step I take
trying to get closer to you
a sliver of sun slips through
the skyscrapers and
falls upon my face
I look up to soak it all in
and imagine
becoming Mary Poppins,
flying with my umbrella
over the city
laughing at the dots
that are people below
as I land swiftly at home
and rush into your warm
and waiting arms.

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