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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
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