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Bob McAfee

Things that Fly

The young girl fell from her nest

in the crotch of a Douglas fir atop

the highest ridge on Carter’s Knob


on a morning when the sun was down

and the smoke moved like a snake

through the treetops below her


and the Tuckaseegee curled like

a ribbon, the rapids glistening white

in the distance, storm clouds hanging


ominously over her, when her father

was long dead, her mother off hunting

and her own first true love had departed,


she reached the end of the swaying branch,

spread her young wings and launched,

because that’s what young girls do.


 

Bob McAfee is a retired software consultant who lives with his wife near Boston. He has written eight books of poetry, mostly on Love, Aging, and the Natural World. For the last several years he has hosted a Wednesday night Zoom poetry workshop. His website, www.bobmcafee.com, contains links to all his published poetry.

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