Wishing for the flair to be like Peter Pan,
 out of wide-open windows I want to fly
and, boundless, arise above the fog ...
I will invite my questing fancy to take me there—
or maybe to a grand silver star, somewhere,
or to a faraway cosmos ... anywhere.
My seeking mind will take me to lemongrass gates
or, why not, to the most recondite nebula,
or back to a serene, Earthly summit ... right here.
 I could even bring a peace quill from the King!
Oh, so easy, as opening the cage and let the dove...go!

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