Because I fly
I laugh more than other men.
I look up and see more than they.

I know how the clouds feel,
What it's like to have the blue in
my lap,
to look down
on birds,
to feel freedom in a thing called
the stick . . .

Who but I
can slice between God's
billowed legs,
and feel then laugh and crash
with His step?

Who else has seen the
unclimbed peaks?
The rainbow's secret?
The real reason birds sing?

Because I Fly,
I envy no man on earth.

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