Falling

 

Window seeming there

sun beyond as though

some friendly uncle

 

nearness of sky

measured in a boy’s mind

 

such Icarus

 

a soaring miscalculation

of wing wax feather

 

upward to touch

an uncensored radiance,

abolish all shadow

of earth.

 

I don’t care what the moral

is,

just the reach into freedom’s

pocket

for the prize,

sky sea earth

a piece of art

frame ready..

 

Doug Bolling’s poetry has appeared widely in literary reviews including Georgetown Review,Blue Unicorn, Slipstream, Tribeca Poetry Review, Iodine Poetry Journal, Wallace Stevens Journal, Marginalia, Indefinite Space and Water-Stone Review among
others. He has received four Pushcart Prize nominations. After teaching in several colleges and universities, he currently lives in Flossmoor, Illinois, in the greater Chicago area.

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