rising above ground

A Poem a Day in October 2016: #3

we’re flying!

they are flying

with one arm each
clasped about the other’s waist
and the free arm waving
a soiled white wing
they have risen
toes off the ground


so good for them
this experience of flight
and lightness enough
to hover there

they seem so delighted

we’re really flying!

and as for me
it seems I must grow my feathers
for I miss soaring
on the light
of stars

this is flying!

© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #4: here

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