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flight (a poem written in high school) (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub Sway back,
swallow the wind
and fly
gentle sylph.
tease the hem
of a grey-mantled
sky and
touch the tips
of pine-crowned
cliffs.
show me your
secrets
in transparent
limbs,
I'd follow
if only
I could,
to wrench the clay
of my feet
from this
cold and
dusty earth.
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