Metal Wings (Devotional December)

You fled the Desert with me,
my friend, so long ago, and now
we have met again, and are getting closer.

At times I think “what is my life,”
but Jake adores you, and we bond
over silly science fiction stories.

You built your own wings
shimmering green on sunlight
to reach heights none of us could go.

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