I watched the woman fly.
She landed in a tree nearby.
It wasn’t on TV, nor on a DVD.
She didn’t wear a cape or mask.
She glanced at me, then left the tree.
I stopped a friend nearby to ask
What he had seen? “What did I mean? ”
Said he.
And in a trice she buzzed us twice.
No superhero there
Suspended in mid-air;
An ordinary woman from an ordinary tree.
“Did you see what I just saw? ”
He stared at me frozen in awe.
She flew away; I floated there
Saddened by my friend’s mounting despair.
I followed her beyond his sight
Past tree, past home, into the night.
I watched the woman fly.
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