In morning sun I've threaded canyons,
Buttes and cliffs in slanted rays,
Riding currents, topping crests, and
Sinking down toward valley floors.
My elbows are her wingtips, flexing,
Face aflush in spinning fury;
Blades a shining disk to sunward,
Flickering now, in passing shade.
My heart, her engines breathing freely,
Racing happily aloft.
Tall spruce reaching upward, straining,
Clouds above, and we between, in
Timeless, spaceless grace, cavorting,
Reaching all directions.
In morning sun I've leapt from earth
To sweep through canyons,
Buttes and valleys;
Dancing on the winds of Terra,
Poised on metal wings.
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