Destined to fly and not just anywhere
She runs out on this cold dark night
Taken the path not learned
Not through the tunnels or the dirt roads
But marking the sky where children learn
That people can fly and not just airplanes
It’s a cold crisp night the joggers breath
Breads new light in the charcoal lungs
Of the city dweller
If I miss your line I will have missed your might
Not something you forget
Winter boots, mittens and a tuque
Do you all come back?
It must be such a finale the beginning of new
To take to the free and never question why
Continents were once this way and now we have lost our map
What happens when you fly straight in a circle and I in a box
© S.I. Shaw
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