Escape Orbit

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He leapt so high
with his child legs
that he kept going

and much to his surprise
as he pushed through the air
his wings didn’t melt
so near the sun

all regrets dripped away
as he came to see things
there among the planets
once obscured
by cloud and distance

so distracted by beauty
he didn’t know
his shoes fell off in the trip up
and parachuted down
like a discarded stage
and came to rest on this wire
engulfed in birds.

3 comments
  1. And I’ve always wondered how those sneakers get up there 🙂
    This is a great poem. I love the idea that no, our wings do not melt, our adventures are something that please the cosmos.
    Fictional Planet

    • Hi, J.A.! Thanks as always for your comment! I think “our adventures are something that please the cosmos” is so lovely . . . I immediately thought it could form the basis for a poem or other kind of piece. Your nice note really made my day. 🙂

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