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I used to be able to fly.

I wasn’t graceful,

but I wasn’t bothered.

I felt safe enough.

 

I would hover

a few feet off the ground,

flap over giants

or just circle the light fixtures.

But not too close.

 

I’d hit some turbulence

on my way up to bed

but I’d always make a textbook landing.

 

I can still take off,

but my landing comes

pretty soon after.

 

Rob Edwards