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 Air Lifter From above the tree line on a river of air, I heard a piercing, repeating cry. Glancing up it caught my eye, outside my shotgun shack. High flying black and grey wings On this wind swept day. Made me forget for an instant. Scarce and regal creature of the sky. the moment had passed. Rolling on for a long time. Another day of good fortune All for us on wings so fast. The Voyage Pressing forward, Narrow strait by the rolling sea, the Peace boat crosses the sea salt line Splashing silently. Fresh water breaking wave outside Star pulled perfect time of tide no glance granite rocks below dangers that might never show A melted river of curiosity and eventually also Could Be between high dive sky and sea. Sent out so all could receive the struggle gone past battled eyes echoing ancient cries and whisper warning to the wise: another gifted gold sunrise. |
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