Flying With a Pig
It hard to say
Giddy up
to a flying pig.
his snout
is never
within the pull of earth.
a thousand
feet in the sky
a pink snozzle in muddled clouds.
his oink
& corkscrew tail
the only thing;
except your
weightless imagination
keeping such a sight afloat up there.
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