the flight

Posted: January 30, 2011 in Uncategorized
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I spread the wings
which attach to my rib cage
30 degrees off the
amniotic fluid sac
and flap and breathe
I flap the dust in front of the sun
I fold my calves under less bright stars
I shake my finger at the wild berries
moaning and groaning

I fly

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