Taking Flight

No pennies in the pocket
Hair blowing in the wind
Smiling wide as a whale
Happy passenger.

Hot red convertible
Caresses mountain curves
Blaring jump jive jazz
Dashing driver.

Landing lightly
The town opens its door
Welcoming music lovers
Playing promises.

Holding court
In the center of town
The High Priestess of Soul
Finally home.

Gathered together
A community of believers
Whisper prayers of faith
Doves fly.

May we all soar with her song & remember that you never walk alone.

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