I saw you this morning,
sure-footed in the early sky,
sailing unfettered;
aileron wing tips
tacking you through the easy breeze.
Eyes alert, downward,
attention focussed
on the swifting earth.
Home is the sky
where,
untwigged,
unbranched,
untreed,
unshackled
you sentry on.
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