the wings

he watched the wings

they thrust the air
below

behind

~

he watched the wings

draw the bird
forward

into height

~

he watched the wings

ride the breeze
afloat

a glide

~

he watched the wings

raised up his arms
felt the breeze

closed his eyes

grew them
inside his mind

to fly

~

Poem #470 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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