Swim The Air
"Look how easy it is! No harder than
Swimming breaststroke!" – Hands push back the air
And instantly you're lifted away up there:
Over the backyard fences, gliding between
High power lines, to swoop and soar above
Roofs and trees; arms outstretched, to dive
Past startled friends – "It's easy: swim the air!"
Earthbound and envious, sadly they never dare.
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