Weak Wings Wait
by Tim Reed
black paper quivering on white wings
frailty awaits mighty imputation
shelter from the circling hunters
dreams cling with white knuckles
inadequacy in stark relief
against pure strength and foundation
just as clear, the clarion's voice
"Steady, Steady, Steady"
"all is mine, and shall be yours"
weak wings wait
weak wings must wait
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