Learning to fly
- Accept you are falling
- Do it longer than expected
Weeds about your stem
They’re not for your growth
Jealous of your sun and rain.
Be a shoe and not a rung
Find other climbers, encourage them,
Art is the trellis, not a ladder
The ground thirsts for the faucet’s leak
Impatient for its work on the stone apron
The slow drill. How the parched cheered the first drip,
How they screamed when it bore through them.
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