he heard the sound
a sound
that he could feel
almost
as a vibrant echo
drilling
inside himself
looking to the sky
tiny body
tiny wings
a tail
of trail
streaming
across the wide expanse
of the sky
not long to wait
another
passing across the sky
then
the sound
from the ground
hearing
feeling
seeing
the minute spectacle
the urgent yet
stately
spectacle
he formed a wish
~
a wish
may take many forms
a hill
become a mountain
a ladder
become a tower
he hilled
and
he laddered
without any spare thought
for foolishness
or
for failure
no thought either
of risk
or of danger
and he climbed
a steady rising
up a manageable gradient
up
and up
when at last
he stood
atop his ladder
become tallest tower
he saw
that it was time
he raised his arm
held his hand
as high
up
as he could
and felt the smooth glide
of a fuselage
brush his fingertips
and the fierce flutter
of sound that followed
go through him
into his belly
battering his ears
buffeting him
like tempest air
he laughed
laughed
as merry
as a child
~
what an amazing idea!
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You should try it, Anne. Ride Biasini up a slope at a suitable gradient.
No problems, I reckon.
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Right on Frank! I’ll give it a go.😀
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Lovely
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Thanks Derrick. 🙂
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delightful
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Cheers Kate.
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welcome!
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