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...............................................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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