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If I could ride the night wind

I’d iron the wrinkles out of my wings

Stand on the balcony beneath smiling leaves

Point two fingers at the scimitar moon

Lift onto my eager toes

Leap

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Onto the back of wind’s gusting, muttering breath

Moonlight caresses bare skin

Take the updraft higher

Soar over the furry, blurred pines

Silent as an owl,

Unfeathered

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Up there, the stars sing deep harmonies

Clouds dampen and cleanse earth’s dust

Joy swoops, inscribes indigo loops

in runic verse

Calligraphy across the twilit dome

Untethered