If only to fly
arms stretched
outward, wind
watering eyes
dive and rise
again in thermal
flows swooping
spinning turns
watching the ground
disappear, emerging
again up through
tall redwood trees
rivers and falls
only the sound of
air sweeping past
with the laughter
from other birds.
Photo thanks to: The Flying Dutchman
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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