The Man Who Flew
He is going to fly tonight at sunset off the roof of his office building. His arms will become wings when he spreads them and he will soar south where the geese have gone, north where Santa Clause lives and then, finally, east where wars are waged on mountains of sand. He has seen his future in the sky and he knows he can do it.( He has told everyone he knows; his boss, his cat, his mother, the homeless man on 76th Ave. “You should come,” he tells his girlfriend the morning of his flight, as she puts her bright red lipstick on in the bathroom’s mirror. )
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