MANKIND IS A PITIFULLY HOPEFUL SPECIES

MANKIND IS A PITIFULLY HOPEFUL SPECIES

Clouds lift, wisps of cotton candy whirling in the sky.

I am one for flying, arms outstretched, into the sunny blue,
Leaving my troubles to crash head on into jagged cliffs
Along my long flight to the heavens.

Just my lover and me,
We will treat ourselves and fly first class.
With nothing on our minds but the credo of a clown,
And nothing in our hands but helium balloons,
To carry us safely, headfirst to the magical stars.

For life is little but spirits in flight,
An air show of souls who learn to fly,
After diving many times into freezing ocean depths.

Clouds lift, wisps of cotton candy whirling in the sky.
The sun, a slice of robust lemon, sets weary souls to waking.

Mankind is a pitifully hopeful species,
Sailing undaunted to candy apple sunsets.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 1983
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