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A Poet’s Paper Plane

Alex Donnelly

I am soaring yet my feet are on the ground

I am flying yet on the earth I’m found

I am free yet on turf I remain 

I am sending the world a plane.


Written on it is a piece of me

and to whoever it may find

may you open, read, acknowledge

what nonsense I did write.


But the world might ignore it

or see it drown or get caught

or have it trampled or shredded

by some nesting bird or dog.


I'm still anxious but I am relieved

I’m confident while still afraid

I’m proud and I am certain

That I am sending the world a plane.


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