Ten years old
arms outstretched
flying high
swooping low
over green fields
rocketing along in the sunshine
doing rolls.

Watch out birds
here I come.

But high-skying boys and birds
are not all that flies.
So, when my time comes
fold my wings
upon my heart
as I prepare
to dematerialize.


An author and historian, Patrick Wolfe lives in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.

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