I was always afraid of falling, not anymore .
my soul is too wild to be in this body.
"Why are you here Maverick?
I would beat my wings with such a ferocity It would throw you on your back.
before your hateful fist came near me.
I smile at your frailty.
I look for a street sign, something familiar. I am on Twenty Seventh street and First Avenue.
Some say I'm crazy.
she told me the 'W' at Union. I was aghast.
She whined about a security deposit and left early in the morning.
I do remember wishing I had at least told her the truth about what I needed money for.
After she left to catch a flight she was running late for and the door shut behind her.
Danny is gone, he is dead, I do not know anything else.
Then he too was gone, not dead though.
I had survived. spirit still intact.
It all did.
Now I fly above all those ghosts.
To be more like the golden sweet and unruly Maximus.
I slow the thunder of my wings and place my feet on the ledge of the church.
We begin to beat our wings synchronously.
Rhythmically, to the sounds of something I had never heard outside of my own mind.
I remember the poet in the ally I sang for ten years ago.
He said that I had the voice of a thousand angels screaming.
I now know the sound he was speaking of.
They do not exist.