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my
wings
have you noticed my wings?
wax, so that the rain runs
off
misplaced, often as not
and sometimes leave them at
the door
they are too much for some
like truth
and just as we are here
must have come some way
nor ever angelic
just who I am
wings carry me through a
cloud of unknowing
a feather in the breeze lost
for sport
little boys – our gods and
heroes
all tearing at them
breezily
at dream height
here’s a track through the
woods
arc of wing's lift
the ants along their way
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