My sister kept my secret.
She was the only person who knew I could fly.
I could fly around the tree in the front yard that bloomed for a few days then dropped its petals like a dream.
It was the tree with choiceÂ switches,
the tree I could see from my bedroom window as I listened to the song ‘Take Me Home’ by Phil Collins.
But, take a look at me now.
it’s me, Jordan