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Jan 2015
for some reason
i always picture myself holding on
   desperately
fingertips lightly touching
       and finally letting go
with me floating away
               up and away
twisting and turning
with arms outstretched

       but no longer seeking to grasp
   or trying to reach out
just thoroughly enjoying
                         the ride.
i actually imagined this while driving, on the same bleak highway i drive everyday, to work this morning. no one in particular, just me reaching out and then letting go
susan
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susan  chicago
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