Winged in waiting
the moment before
flight
while earth
grounds the desire
and chains
movement to this anchor.
Winged in waiting
the second before
freedom
and the buffet of
clouds
whispers through
feathers
in the soaring.
Winged in waiting
the instant
before separation
the liberty of
wing-beat
and the hoisting
of thermal.
Winged in waiting
the patience of
contemplation
and the elusive
ecstasy
of the chase.
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