she climbs the ladder of rope
she climbs very slow
fixed on the spotlight
she's unaware of the height
crossing the sky
on a thread
she will glide
like a bird
on a string
in her aviary
mounted on wings
flying
maybe she
she won't need
a net
she was a waitress
a tugboat
a spaceship
she'd orbit a mock sun
when she really wanted
to soar above the world
in the hushed air she'd twirl
in her sleep she points her toes
she assumes her pose
mounted on wings
she'll cross the sky
on a thread she'll glide
like a bird on a string
she is
>flying
maybe she
she won't need
a net