Rapture In Flight

I’m a two-winged poet

  not just single-wing

 

And would never clip one

  to fly into this wind

 

As one wing goes up

  the other comes down

 

Until both work together

  when flying most proud

 

A zero-sum landing

  with talons not right

 

Only shortens the glide path

  —and ruins the flight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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