Flight

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Iridescent light lay high upon the creek:

Light, dripping sapphire—

Wings above my body.

Dike, though, land to keep what ‘way.

Rare a sight be, my angel's flight.

Yonder skies, she drifts away—

Looking back, yield none; dismay.

Hours, days, and months I’d wait.

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Originally posted here.