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Metamorpouse
Not for the first time
he dreams these flying dreams.
He senses wings
under broad scapular bones.
Waves of a latent energy
undulate across his back,
the world below him
is buoyant, his flight effortless.
That night his body
seemed to open osseous doors
as if his present form
were a burial chamber.
What came forth
what came out of him
was hard to see
for it was resurrected
as a wing for the sky.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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