Light like a feather
Your feet will take off
The trafficable asphalt
Push on to gravel and
To softer ground
Lined with beech leaves
And before you’ll realize
Your rhythmic gait feels
Like winged Hermes’ heels.
You are already gaining
Good height below the
Beech trees
Assembled like a bevy of
Slim beauties
Welcoming you
The lonely wanderer.
Until you have completed
One run and two others
Collected stamps for your
Pass
There’ll be some reward
For your efforts
Others around you cannot
See.
Be still careful
Dr W is concerned
And you know he thinks of
Ikarus
Who underestimated
A steep flight’s dangers
To pay just for the same
Fall with his life.
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ZJG-POetry’18.