a dream

I dreamt that I sprung wings

and no one noticed,

I dreamt that all my words

Were shrieks

that no one heard.

I dreamt that I could fly,

and glide – and soar!

but all that anyone could see

Were baby steps

and sometimes –

 tiny strides of glee.

(All shaky, all mistaken,

and silly as can be.)

I had this far-fetched dream

that one day –

my feathered dream will also

dream of me.

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