Birds of Flight —
my arms spread wide
elongated limbs
evolving webbed parts
as if I could
. . . . . . . .
chest inflated
sight unburdened
memory of geese
in flight
. . . . . . . .
for all the times I've been
buried alive
for all that crushing
somber
. . . . . . . .
I relish this moment
head full with air
my lungs golden chariots
my feet oars
. . . . . . . .
albatross parting water
fluid exhibition
of this life
of living
. . . . . . . .
as if I too
might swim
as if I too
could fly
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