.
Let’s go
his body cries
as he clings to the edge
of everything he knows
pulling and stretching
the nuances of air
between each feather
posturing the sun
on his back.
.
Then it comes for him,
the breath of Gaia
rushing in
rushing out
teasing his wild
hungry wings
till he captures her
exhaling
and lets go.
.
© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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