I followed a raindrop
From a thousand feet high
hurtling toward the
solid gray pavement
with a velocity
and speed
that frightened me.
Closer,
closer,
the pavement
drew closer;
I could see the small shapes
in small rocks,
pebbles,
barely even
rocks.
I could see
the glittering mica,
glistening with the shattering raindrop wetness.
My raindrop shattered, too,
and with its demise,
I opened my wings
like parachutes,
fwooosh,
and felt even more shattering raindrops of my feathers, dancing lightly
on the fibres of my wings,
and I reached for the ground,
alighting softly upon the pavement,
my hair drenched,
my wings spread,
and my heart racing.
I opened my eyes
to the darkness,
listening to the rainfall,
and my heart
longed
for wings.
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