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WHEN WE FALL

Monday, March 17, 2025

Float

I open the door to my balcony
and the bright cold air
gathers prickles and bumps
to my skin
I grin
and my chin lifts
as the balloon people
float by.

I think;

You know what..
even if I'm invisible to them
solitary...
there is joy
in this moment.


The day starts.

Everyone moves on.

 

Posted by Sherriff at 2:22 PM

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