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# Poem

gaggle on the ground
but flying a skein

what are people when soaring
a tryst a devotion
wind wound
wind wound
fitting heteronyms
when talking of string
or the sting of an icy breeze

tightly bound
we trip over ourselves
on wind meant to carry us
in clouds and affection
till we arrive
out of breath

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Rob Skidmore is an amateur earth-bound space explorer who writes science fiction and non-fiction about being human.

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