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He pushes air aside
piece by piece, it falls back
and under, wings confide
in a moment's time
along his shoulders, spine
imaginary flight, flight

against imaginary line, confine
that cannot hold his bold
colors to be caged, changed
is he who flies bold, told
is the change wind, wings bring
sweet music to his ears
is the sound he hears
as his fears melt away, stay
in the back of a mind,
in time he will find
and realize he is not the bird,
has not the colors, feathers
or wings,
and yet he does fly
his flight, his wings defy
the eye, disappear within him,
become him, colored inside
as a bird too colorful to cage,
legs as wings, he flies on by.

-Kelly Gruber

eclipse 13