If I Could Fly

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I look up, shield my eyes from the hot sun, and follow the bird as it traverses the ice-blue sky, wings languidly caressing the air.
My mind soars with the bird. I visualize below the patchwork of pastures, a palette of warm colors crosscut by meandering veins of green hedges and blue streams. I ponder the purpose of the bird’s lonely journey. Has it a flight plan, a destination; will it meet up with relatives or friends, here or abroad, Africa perhaps?
The bird diminishes, and as it disappears into the horizon’s haze I fall back to Earth.
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3 thoughts on “If I Could Fly

  1. Sandy and I are in the same writing class, in fact it was Sandy who told me about the Drabble website.
    This is a lovely prose short with a rich poetical feel to it; and a wonderful final line which makes you think and ponder on being alive.

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