Such longing.
How large
the muscles in our shoulders must be
to lift our wings even a single time.
~ David Romtvedt, closing lines to “Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight,” Dilemmas of the Angels: Poems
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Reblogged this on Jerri Perri and commented:
Wow, awesome!!!
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It is!
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Yes…
Even a single time!
But then there is Pasta 😉
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Or Greek Pita
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That too,
Laughing…
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Breathe into those shoulders David, so you can fly another day 🦅
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And lift Val. Gain Lift.
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And rise my friend 💛
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I just have lighter wings instead!! Ha 😇
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Ha!
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…and how determined to do it again and again and again…
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Yes.
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just don’t fly too close to the sun )
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always wanted to fly — could watch hawks for hours. thank you (must re-post)
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Me too!
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Reblogged this on Carrie's Bench and commented:
to fly…
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Thanks for sharing Carrie!
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