Time for Liftoff

Ground beneathshiftingonce solidnow swirlingdissolving –gritty eddiesof sand… Would be a desert stormif not standingat water’s edge;nothing for itbut to leaptake a riskand fly… (This poem first appeared here as Flying Fish, in 2016. Now edited and retitled for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: swirling. Image my own.)

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