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...............................................I Wish To Fly

...............................................Down the beach

...............................................through the opaque humidity

...............................................a hang-glider is pinned to the sky

...............................................like a bright orange badge.

...............................................The waves curl

...............................................and lap at the shore

...............................................as if waiting

...............................................to devour the pilot

...............................................wings and all.

...............................................But the wind blows

...............................................steady and sure today

...............................................- not here

...............................................at sea level, but up

...............................................where the bluffs of Truro

...............................................meet the land’s horizon.

...............................................The sea birds

...............................................are more than curious –

...............................................they are hypnotized,

...............................................perhaps feeling envious

...............................................or threatened.

...............................................They circle

...............................................with fixed wings

...............................................imitating the thing

...............................................that is imitating them.

...............................................I wish to fly

...............................................to let the wind not carry me

...............................................but suspend me effortlessly

...............................................like the hovering birds of the sea.

...............................................-by Mark S. Foley


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