Fingers like pieces
Puzzled together,
Like they were made
For the other's hands
Clasped together
Each not strong
Enough to hold
Themselves
Together,
They are
Side by side
Left close to right
Next to the other
Partner, partners
With, us, we, ours
Her wing stretches
Fifteen, maybe twenty
Feet, to either side
Again, by side
One wing each
Clouds sweep by
A jet, below, so slow
They grace, diving
Like a raptor
Then their wings
Switchblade
Out, zipping
Pulling, ripping
Them headlong
Out from the ground
Like a flower up, up, up
To the sun, to the sky
Back to the clouds
They were born
To explore
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Fingers like pieces
Puzzled together,
Like they were made
For the other's hands
Clasped together
Each not strong
Enough to hold
Themselves
Together,
They are
Side by side
Left close to right
Next to the other
Partner, partners
With, us, we, ours
Her wing stretches
Fifteen, maybe twenty
Feet, to either side
Again, by side
One wing each
Clouds sweep by
A jet, below, so slow
They grace, diving
Like a raptor
Then their wings
Switchblade
Out, zipping
Pulling, ripping
Them headlong
Out from the ground
Like a flower up, up, up
To the sun, to the sky
Back to the clouds
They were born
To explore
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