The Cost of Flight

I’m in the air, my arms extended, my legs out too

I soar across the highway and the fields of dew

I don’t fly high and I don’t go far

You see, I’ve been propelled by a car

My belt was twisted, behind me it sat

I was just lazy, not too short or fat.

But it was inconvenient, a pain in the ass

But then, so is flying through broken glass

So hail to me in my final flight

My broken wings on a cool dark night.

I had freedom in the seat, I moved at will

And now I sail, sail free still

Until I stop, hit a curb or a tree

It’s then I pay the maximum fee.

Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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