The World Of Flight

You said, “I was so busy, am busy still.”
To read that little message gave me wings;
My mind was wings, my fingers, toes, and all,
Till rose I up a happy man most tall.
Then off to home I flew in bouncy swings,
My feet high over pavement, cars and things.
What things? Who knows? My sight was up, not down,
As passed I through this wingless little town.
Do any fly but me? Are all so low?
Oh people, I’m in love; look up and grow!
Oh darling little message, you’re a bird,
A bird who sings through every little word,
And I am the receiver, grasping true
The world of flight as it was sent through you.

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