Airborne

Memory,

this:

an airborne sprint,

across the grass,

at seven,

maybe eight,

a wild belief

in things like

flight,

without wings,

it felt like I 

was about to soar,

that the river winds

would hold 

and take me,

out beyond

human confines.

 

Although I did not fly

that day,

I did learn,

how to leave.

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