Two Lenses
On man-made wings, the thrill of flight,
when a window seat was youth's delight.
Now, high in sky, I’m puddled in dread.
With feet firm on the ground, I tread.
For Sara's Two Lenses Contest, 2/22/16
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2016
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