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Hang Glider
Launched, strapped to the kite
above me more blue even than the sky,
I am carried from the cliff by air out
over a puddled pasture where few trees
hold up branches sharp as stakes.
An updraft:
I never thought to soar, even secretly,
having neither waxed and feathered wings
nor ambitions.
I am content to be carried by currents
over the earth that rises distantly rushing to meet me.
© 2004 Miriam N. Kotzin
"Hang Glider" was published in was published in Open Wide, issue 11, July, 2004.
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