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My legs, like wings, beat the still night air.
I have not lain with you on the warm, wet, sod;
I know nothing of the earth.
My despair, carried into the charcoal-night by airs sweet
|Ann Gonzalez is an MFA student at the Whidbey Writers Workshop. WWW is the first MFA program to be offered by a collective of writers outside of a university. Ann has had works of fiction and non-fiction published in verbsap.com, Aikido Today and In the Family magazines. "Airborn" is the first poem of hers to be published; taking the brave first steps of a child and leading the way for others.|