Saturday, August 30, 2025

When I learned to fly

When I first learned to fly

It wasn't graceful

 A bobbing spinning kind of floating

More frightening than exciting

I tried so hard to hide it

Desperate to go undiscovered 

I didn't want to be a superhero 

I didn't want to be a weapon

I just wanted to look down at the world

Like I looked at the bottom of the pool 

On summer nights

With the underwater light on

I no longer fear being spotted 

People, I've found, are only willing to see so much



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