Poem -
On The Wind
Against the pitch of blackest night
He stares at the moon and wonders
From Boston to Denver, or Miami to Duluth
If he lets his gift go, will it find her?
Praying that his mojo is right with the wind
He lets fly his paper airplane with a wish
RRG Β© 10.8.18
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