woke up from a dream
in which i was a witch
in plainclothes
propelling myself at will
high into the storm clouds
the ground far below
brown and unwanted
i smiled down on the evergreen trees
no one could do what i could
no one noticed
and i didn't care
woke up on a sunlit morning
sad and confused
dwelling on my middle class woes
and unable to fly
flipped through the material world
saw smiling children in africa
whose bright teeth made me cry
and feel guilty and grateful
and wish that they could fly
oh, that i could meet them high in the sky
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