Elevation
onto pedestals
mostly made
of marble.
My minds eye
sees that you
are high
like me.
Your wings break
from extinguished fire,
my laughter takes me
infinitely higher.
I was already above
the influence, quit trying
to lasso my ankles
with your anchors.
I live in a glass house,
yet I still throw stoners.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
