lifted on the breeze like gliders
as I walk the deserted path
alone.
I have never been attacked
but I have an imagination.
I look up, am sheltered by the dark
immense wingspan
six sentries in the sky
watching out for me.
This is what I imagine
as the earth greens under
a gray sky, in the still, cool air
of an early Spring dusk
when no one is walking in the woods
but me.
© 2021 Amy Wolgemuth Bordoni
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