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Oct 2016
To be vulnerable
like a mouse caught by
its tail
dangling
pendulum swing
side to side

with a predator's eyes
shifting, following, with the swinging
motion

Enjoying the ride
as it might be the last taste
of wind
the last pull of gravity
the final view of color

No longer dreaming of tomorrow
existing for the moment of today
Celebrating the joy of
feeling the universe as I sway

There is no fear
only gratitude
for consciences
and beginning of anew
Michael Blonski
Written by
Michael Blonski  California
(California)   
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