September 6, 2011


No ground below me.
No clouds above me.
Nothing but sun.
And I fly.

I take off, without wings,
without weight,
without care,
I'm gone, I'm done, I'm outta here.

Slowly, then swoop,
Jetting, then hover.
This freedom is great.
I'm grateful.

But of course, even birds,
Must land someday.
And for now I land.
Till next time....

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