I become the air
when I glide over mountain tops
and rocky river beds
I am regal born to reign.
I have often been extolled
as an American icon
until the day that the bang
shut everything down.
I should be strong
soaring high with my radar sharp
but with one eye things look differently.
I can't gage things as well.
Sometimes what I need
scurries out of range
and my balance is off
so I start falling from the sky
or find myself upside down
unable to right a wrong.
I am abandoned by the others
because they are frightened of me
and so they stay away.
But I was born to fly
to glide over the Earth,
to perch atop a high nesting place
so I keep flying and I keep adapting.
I dream of being strong and bold again.
A royal becoming the air
skimming the mountains and the valleys
with my radar sharp as a razor.
LESS THAN A KING
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