Red and white
spiraling up, then down
over clouds
under water.

It starts with a jump
then a swim
up and up
over houses.

Once proper altitude is achieved
it’s time to soar.
Arms become wings
legs stretch into a tail.

I can see it all,
then nothing as the world turns back.
The wind is my breath
as the windows fade to black.

The book closes quickly
as I try to remember the scene,
distraction erases
my dream.

-- Don; September 20, 2016

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