| I.
It's so easy -
just elevate your legs
behind you
positioning them
just so
parallel
to the floor
and float
up
off the ground
II.
I fly
above northern mountains
pines dark below me;
down I pass
between dark trunks,
and rise
past the tapering reaches of
tree tops
through fog
soft, dense, cool
in a rush of exaltation
rapture
smooth and cool
as gray stone
III.
Swallows
dip and flourish
a liquid shifting mass
a net of wings
careening across the sky
over the southern city,
descending and lifting again
and again
tree to tree to tree
seeking
the perfect
many-layered
multitudinous roost
a million twigs
for each to sleep
head under wing-pillow
all night on one foot.
A night of silence, and then
up again with the light
lifting like a cloud
billowing
through light and mist
over mountains
to the north
to
where I fly
dreaming
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