Indoor building — lots of air, echoing, brightly lit
I climbed up to a contraption up stairs.
The white walls and white contraption
Recline legs up on contraption
Swinging forward and back
Exit to back carefully. Downwards
Previous dream walking among similar
But familiar place of light outdoors
Walking somewhere.
A poem in free-verse.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!