Arms out
Eyes closed
She leans forward
Falls out the window
Wind rushes past her
Pulling back her hair
She opens her eyes
Ground fast approaching
She extends her arms out from her side
Lifts her head
She soars
Over the ocean of wheat
Her toes lick the surface
Cutting a wake behind her
A bridge stands disconnected
A perfect perch
She stands
Watching the gold dance in the wind
Nice poem.
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