they say it's called
flying without wings
those involuntary feathered quiverings
which the Starlet Angels can't deny
on their marble terrace in the sky
whenever Superman swoops-by
how many specks of magic-dust
would open-up their eyes to lust
and in the turmoil which that brings
would they try at
flying without wings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem