Airy Wishes
by Luke Muench
I leap,
the bough bending
beneath my weight
behind me.
The sky
calls out to me
with open skies,
beckoning me
to float in them,
to drift lightly
with the feathers and leaves,
a vibrant rain
showering me
with life.
My grip slips,
sending me slamming
against the hard earth.
But my eyes
will not be torn down.
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