To Niagara

I’m drawn to you as sky is drawn to Earth. As water is, to leap your daring Falls. The way creation is, to joy of birth. As faith and reverence, to hallowed halls. You are a second soul. My gravity. An inspiration for ten thousand lines. A silken chute above security in air whose height

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15. The Third Degree

SCENE 1 SKYE has just parked a shiny ’57 Chevy across from the entrance of the GREATER MUNICIPAL INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, a few spaces down from RON’s worn pickup truck. RON is sitting on a bench alone outside the airport. Except for the two of them, the airport is empty. SKYE gets out of the car,

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A Butterfly Emerging

A butterfly Emerging The silken veil of her cocoon Pieces of it Are clinging to her wings Like sleep. She becomes aware That’s she’s not what she used to be. She has wings. The ground no longer holds self-consciousness for her. The air No longer is her restraint. The sky She’s no longer shy of

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