|Ride the Sky
Look for me there
on a windy Monday
just as the light comes up
over the Santa Suzanna Mountains.
My tail is ice, my wings silver,
my shadow over you dark and elusive.
I will wave
just as you look away.
Five miles up,
casting energetic light
at the lives far below,
pretending I am their Life Force,
invisible but potent.
Touching down in Tacoma,
before voices call "Granny,"
restoring earth-bound sanity.
23 Jan 15
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