Fly Away Home
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the moon drifts behind clouds
and shuts off its light.
he waits.
the moon jumps out
then back in,
teasing him like a firefly
floating in the dark.
the road bends.
(dere dit is!) he cheers.
he lights up.
he’s found silver.
(touch) he says (moonah?)
(ooooh reach)
Too High, I Say.
headlamps show only a few feet ahead.
we turn again.
(oh no! moonah!)
It’s OK. I Say.
Tomorrow.
(no, mooonah..)
Rest Now. I Say.
the exit comes
and we change direction
once again.
(moonah! dere dit is! oh, yes!)
(winnow? downah?)
i press the button.
the smooth whirr of the motor
sinks the barrier away.
(mama, yook moonah touch)
he pushes against the restraints
to stick his tiny wing
out to coast on
the summer highway winds.
Ooooh. Mooooonah. Touch.
he has forgotten me
he is flying.
