Flight Poem by S.M. Kozubek

Flight



When I leave,
gather my dust
and scatter it
on the sooty wings
of a scrawny pigeon
that has pecked in
the city's ashcans and muck,
yet thinking itself a peregrine,
the fastest of all creatures,
has also glided
in the splendor of sun,
diving downward,
speck of shooting star.

I too shall fly
above the thunderheads
laughing in the ether
of the moon and sun
before
plummeting
peacefully again
at rest.

Friday, December 19, 2014
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A poem considering afterdeath
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S.M. Kozubek

S.M. Kozubek

Evanston, Illinois
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