taxi

i went searching
for my father
in a lucky seven cab
but found myself
in the backseat
banging liszt
then i cracked
the wing of
a butterfly
and i knew that
he’d be flying soon
coming from the home
of the wild mustangs
it’s usually me
who runs
but this time
he beat me to
the punch

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