He walks the broken sidewalks, a smile on his face
Strands of hair lie teasingly across his eyes
Yet he doesn't miss a single dandelion lying on the
path
Most call them weeds
But he knows that they are flowers, and takes care
Not to step on them
Glancing at the dial on his wrist, he quickens his
pace
He doesn't want to miss--crash--
He trips over--what is it?
A girl lies sprawled across the pavement
She came out of nowhere
Curls of golden brown hair hide her face--gently
He pulls them away; she looks up--
Her eyes the color of the sky
Are you okay?
I fell, she murmurs, embarrassment filling her cheeks
Let me help you, he holds out his hand
She struggles to her feet
Where'd you come from?
I fell, she says again, staring at the clouds in
frustration
Ah, he follows her gaze in utter confusion
He turns his eyes back to his side, only to find that
she
Has run ahead
Taking a wild leap, she falls again to the ground,
Blinks, and he is there
Reaching out his hand
She takes it
What were you doing?
She turns away, humiliated
Tentatively, he turns her face back toward him
So patient
I was flying; there are tears in her eyes
He puts his arms around her
Let me help you
She takes off her jacket, exposing soft, delicate
wings
Gently he uncurls them, spreading out the wispy
feathers
And whispers in her ear: run
She takes off, feet pounding against the pavement
until
She leaps:
There is no fall
He watches her disappear, and heads off down the
sidewalk again
Halfway down the block, a feather falls into his hands
He smiles:
Thank you
 
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