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.

Ikarus.surakI

 

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ZJG-POetry’18.