I want to walk yellow brick.
Defying gravity is a mortal wish,
but it’s an empty sky when
you can’t hear the birds sing.
Everyone has a bit of darkness
right below their rainbow speech.
There’s plenty of damning
on the cloud side of a smile.
I am wart, broom, and spell.
There’s never a line I won’t cross.
Miss Sweet knows who to call
when her tongue needs more spite.
It is hard being green when pink
is celebrated by blushes.
I want to stroll on yellow brick,
and live within a mortal’s wish to defy gravity.
©Susie Clevenger 2017