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Sophie Jun 2019
Poetry is an escape,
a tool,
a gift,
a freedom.
Use it.
Use it wisely.
Or not.
Whatever floats your boat...
  Jun 2019 Sophie
Chameleon
I hooked Sophie up to her red leash and we quickly descended the short staircase and out the door.
Up in the sky to the left was a hot air balloon.
The classic rainbow canvas.
As Sophie pulled me from grassy spot to grassy spot I kept my eye on the balloon and noticed it was going to land.
Because I'm a millennial I pulled out my phone and took a picture.
I watched it float steadily in front of the setting sun, cotton candy clouds behind it.
Must be nice to have a bird's eye view on a hot summer evening.
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