/// omen
flying young
he was only nine
when he ran across the corn fields
found holes and dead fires
across the breeze
skipping toes and healing needles
running in the crop circles of
the land of the free
there he stood
holding an umbrella
took it high above his head and
allowed the wind to sweep him off his feet
there he flew
across the field
with the umbrella
above his head
he was only nine
he was only nine
and nobody believed
him.
how he stared across the field
reminiscing the days of his young
o how i believed him
how i believe in him.