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Flight

Seeing all
Getting bolder.
Over the field
Round the border

Straight ahead
Beyond stars light.
Loose as a goose
Turn to the right.

Am in day
Strange the night.
Words that lay.
Gestures right

All these things
common to all
after the birth
in a ball.

Then comes death
that scans to touch
through the window
beyond too much.

Be specific
The South Pacific.
Too broad!
Good God!

Don’t be scared
Start swimming
See the others
as sisters and brothers.

Persons treat fairly.
Tears for the enemy.
Start the thought
with the ought.

Then one and forever.
The word’s not never
How can that be
You’ll see!

Published in Poetry