Admiring the Fly Boy

For Adam, Who Taught me to Fly and who is my Wings

I trusted

The All-American,

Fair-haired man,

Whose honest discourse,

Collegiate good looks,

And evergreen friendship,

Had long ago won me over.

With his effervescent smile and

Well heeled showmanship,

He beckoned me

To step off familiar ground,

Into the wind,

And fly.

Violating my overgrown

And root-covered

Foundation of fear,

I pointed my chin skyward,

And leaned, tentatively,

Into the void.

I watched his eyes

As I rolled, half-mooned, into space

And allowed him to bend me

At his will until

I found my balance,

And flew.

For the briefest of moments,

I traveled

The friendly skies

Of the Fly Boy.

I trusted him,

And for me,

My fears allayed,

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