Second in the three poem set i wrote
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, 12-06-2008 at 12:06 PM (1390 Views)
Flight
I sit on his back,
warm, leathery,
smooth, supple
air rushes by
My hair flies out
whipping my face
we DIVE
I scream.
Joy, terror.
my heart pounds
we barely skim the water.
I laugh,
my heart sings
Exhilaration