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Caroline Floyd

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

6 poems·Since September 2013
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Flying

September 18, 2013

Up into the air.

My feet

Wave goodbye to

the green blades of grass.

 

Into the friendly sky.

“Hello, cloud”,

I say.

Blue sky, yellow sun, white clouds.

 

Tweet, tweet.

Chirp, chirp.

A bird here and

a bird there.

 

Let me join you!

I can fly.

Weightless.

Suspended in the air.

 

Wind on my skin.

Cool, gentle, comforting.

A blanket of oxygen

moving around me.

 

Look down!

People are ants

And

Buildings are anthills.

 

Someday

I must go back down.

Down to my home.

Down to my anthill.

 

But not today.

Today

I stay in the sky,

Freely flying.

 

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