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Night Flight

by Carol Adams

Beneath the dark backdrop of sky,
a night wind sweeps 
from door to door
seeming to whisper
its own urgency,
as she flees 
to her open car,
from memory strewn walls  
confining the man 
and his self-loathing,
terror whistling at her heels,
the child clutched  
in the carriage  
of  her arms 

Sliding  into the horizon
smooth as a sigh,
a deliverance from dread,
transcending limits to sadness,
she sees shadows of wings
outlined against tomorrow's sun.

The child, very still,
has almost discovered 
what it is to be invisible
eyes, so like his fathers 
looking towards a separate life, 
where he may glide
inches off the ground

Carol A. Adams grew up in South-East England. She studied for a year at l'Alliance Francaise in Paris and later emigrated to Canada. She worked at the Scarborough Public Library Board for a number of years. A recent mature graduate of York University, Carol majored in English and Creative Writing and now lives in North Toronto with her husband, a native Nova Scotian, and their two sons.

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