Sidewalk Poet

Today on my run I found a note on the sidewalk. Of sorts.

It went on for over two blocks. I'm not sure if it's song lyrics or perhaps we have a poet in our neighborhood. A sidewalk poet.

We watched blue birds dive into the yellow sky
Like Cheerios into a yellow bowl
I loved God only for the birds
She loved nothing and no-one[sic]
Fine Except. Accept.
Anyway, my mother is calling.
She sees the light of hope.
I hung up before saying how much I missed her being sane.
Tomorrow I'm flying to somewhere
I can't tell where or when I'll land.
My shuttle will reach its hub any moment now.
Taking a bag from under the seat I made my way to the dock.
Like a blue bird, the rocket dives into the sky.