Wings

XXI Century IcarusQuietly he stands, cloaks his
Self-esteem about his shoulders…
Fledgling, uncomfortable, his wings
Bear his weight, he alights
At a table nearby to
Find company,
Companionship,
From one who might,
From one who may,
From one who’s laugh
Will let him stay.
That’s the trouble with wings.
They’re only good until you get there.

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