Walking on Wings

Photo by Maria Teneva on Unsplash

It’s a beautiful thing
to take a stand with wind in hand
and eyes past the cusp of possible

To test the taut curled clouds
which darken horizons, but trust
the clear blue fuel between fingers

It is lifeblood. I smile
for I am but the fourth generation
to fly these skies — and I’ll not be the last

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