Thursday, April 22, 2010

Remember Earth? ~ A Tritina


The glint of the sun is sharper than the wing

as it cuts the tufted blue troposphere of earth.

She is smaller, yet grander than I remember.

The patchwork, field and farm, I remember,

the forests, and the lakes under a steady wing,

the lift and the drag, and the consent of earth.

A man once, but his luggage is there, on earth.

Now aerial and feathered, will she remember,

as I vault the empyrean, turning on a wing?

A bird, wind over wing, I have left the earth. Remember?


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