other things i could cliche.

ox.
butterfly.
flowers on the side of the street.
tiny and purple. a car
hits the ox and folds in on itself
it hits the butterfly and the insect
is crushed. small steps is survivial
butterfly eat the wind.

i wish. and i think how soon
we forget. wishing isn't stumbling
and stumbling along is flying.

the world turns upside down
and no one noticed. the poles flip
oceans sky. these are everyday.
wings stretched on the tip of horn.