The Air of Freedom
humbled
by green
rising to strafed sky
punctuated
by grey
i watch a bird alone
arc its way
and i wonder where his mate lies
and what song she sings
to lure him home
from the great freedom
pulsing under wing
i watch from a cabin of silver
feeling the movement of steel on track
feeling the great movement of air underneath
around
on top of
and begin
to sing my song
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