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Flight by Doug Tanoury We all know I want to super glue feathers To my arms and make an Icarus- Like escape, leave my old earth- Bound problems and test my wings On the warm air of a June morning, To fly up and down my street Just above treetops, until the Neighbor women come to their doors Looking out, looking up, shielding Their eyes and squinting to see Me set against the sun, white winged And naked, spiraling upward, Climbing until I am one small dot Winking out of sight, swallowed In a deep blue sky. My ears filled with the wind, My eyes half closed against the Rush of air as I rise to Discover what we all know, Touch its face and wrap my arms Around its neck, up where the Velcro backs of clouds Meet the fabric of sky.