I And I And Things That Fly Poem by Norm Milstein

I And I And Things That Fly



I have grabbed my fading shadow's ankle.
I have tickled its wispy ribs,
And now, I laugh with myself,
And write love letters to the world.
I fold them into paper airplanes.
These, with a wink and a prayer, I launch.
They glide through many windows,
And are found,
And cherished,
And sometimes...
Trashed!

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