Flying and falling

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Waiting, tranquil, on the cliff,

ears full of the ocean’s roar

and the swish of the surf,

hands held out

to the falling light.

 *

The red kite drops,

rust wings folded,

into the reeds.

A scream, and the air quivers,

a small death.

 *

Life lingers in the blue air,

but the gull calls,

the seal beckons,

and with the setting sun

I will fly.

 *

Beyond the edge,

beyond the last shores,

into the misty blue,

the last gull soars,

taking my soul home.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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