Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Fly
Here stand I upon the crest
just a thinkin I can fly
but the more I try
the less I can fly.
Donavon Scott Vinson
Fly II.
Here I stand upon this lonely crest,
making a mess of fabric and twine,
thinking I can make wings and fly,
I realize at long last that
no matter what I try,
I'll never be able to fly.
Donavon Scott Vinson