Icarus 04-01-2014
Falling and flying
at the same time
breathing passing clouds
soaking in the sublime
Touching airplane bottoms
As passengers gawk
The birds try to converse
But I don't speak "squawk"
After a fantastic trip
The ground grows near
Hey!
I can see my house from here!
As I approach my landing
I see the one I adore
He says "I love you", again
and I'm soaring once more
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