when flying

arise sir raincoat
there’s a wind beneath your tether
fluff out your arms
as if
you were flying

you and your best mate
a girl-coat in mauve
at full stretch and unruffled
just like
you were flying

on a string
you might be a kite
to skip and dive
all over the sky

or random
as a bag full of air
you could dance
just as the leaves do

but you sir raincoat
are attached to a hook
and only your sail spreads
as though
you were flying

yet the wind will still raise you
up down and tail out
a superman cape
in rehearsal
for when
you are flying

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© Frank Prem, 2014