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A Flight Crossing the Canyons One day I thought a leaf was a bird, It flew so high. It turned, it whirled above the cliffs. There was a hackberry tree to the West. There was a cottonwood to the East. It flew its way between them, North, towards a ridgeline of boulders. Horizon to horizon, it turned and tilted. It feathered its wings, Always sailing further away Than I could ever think The path of a leaf could go. But then I thought, It flew on its path, The way we all will go. Each leaf, each life, the wings of a bird, Going always further than we will ever know. Drum Hadley