Flight

Sunday, August 1, 1999

Dreams are cast over a pillowy view

as eye’s sparklies dance across the royal blue glow.

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Like leaves caught in a current the movers move

soaring through space to where lift fails the feathered folk.

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Miles over home and heading toward the light,

unbounded highways lead the way

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Over patchwork quilts of green and blue,

to mystery and joy over horizons of night and unspoiled dawn.

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