the long trip now completed
I am enfolded
To make a bird
One starts by rolling
The dough
The beak takes shape
Then feather then wing.
The thing of it, though.
Is to give it permission
To fly away .
The leaver, therefore, unfolds and rises into the wind.
To make a bird
One thinks about what it means
To be in free air
While never mistaking falling for flying.
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