Playing

Sometimes a “skinny” poem’s fun to play with. And breaking up the expected in a rather ornery mood.

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Aviatrix

I get off on

it, scoff at

ground

walkers

down be

lo & be

hold—

sky waves

a big hello.

Nobody drags

me under

no beast nor

man can

tether me

to lack

luster earth.

Wind, cloud

I am a

light o, how

I hate

going back.

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