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About This Poem
Birds, I View
Petty puny men able to overwhelm
the world, but you cannot fly. Oh you try,
and you inhance your body with a realm
of steel, but you cannot fly. You will sigh
with pleasure as you body surf a wave.
Think of that in the sky, from thermal
to thermal, following the lines god gave
the magnet earth, turning as one with all
your flock and dancing in the air, reasons
only a stoned surfer could comprehend.
Our race was once earthbound in all seasons
like you, but determined to understand
the world. Our ascent to the sky took eons.
Your vision, the present, not your scions.
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