My flying is patterned on your flights with
words creating brilliant designs & songs
flying free, you do things I never thought
one would see, I tag along following your
flight paths shining as sonorous light
Thank you for teaching fledgling me how
to sing melodies in different rhythms and
giving me feed-back, you redraw slipshod
lines to create resonance while languidly
staring into space, changing the text
With a vocabulary wider than my mind
can ever comprehend or emulate…
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