Rock

Once hinted at magic

     Now overcast memories

   Words run together against the beating 

      Of heads, of hearts, of palms on walls

  Sought to read the sameness imagined

 Breaking against stubborn unmatterings

Let’s fly to a warmer part of sky

 Forget the cities we dreamed of

  Forget the pathways we marked

 See the clouds as mountains

  We could climb them, I think

Perhaps

 If voices grew wings