Today, a PERFECT morning - May 23, 2022

when my soul

and gravity

never shake hands

joy feels

extremely light

does it not?

a helicopter

that carries us above

the elbows and jostle

of life on the sidewalk

one thing I never understand

why the fuel

always runs out

before I get to

where I want to go

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