Date:         Thu, 11 Jun 1998 10:38:24 -0500
From: Phanny <corbett@AXA.SLU.EDU>
Subject:      [WRITERS] SUB: CONTEST: Flight (fwd)

Flight

wave to me
as my bus pulls away
     I wipe the window
     squeaky steam
     my hand drips
     but now I can see

is that a tear
on your sandpaper cheek
     more likely
     a lost raindrop
     clinging to the glass
     echoing your face

seeking out answers
I'm moving on
     but you will stay
     always stay
     your wings are sodden
     your feet firmly rooted

can't bear to leave you
can't bear to lose you
     want to run back
     bear-hug you
     saturate you with kisses
     make a home in your arms

but we are too different
you and I
     restless vagabond
     aimless I roam
     looking for comfort in
     nests that no longer exist