Friday, December 12, 2008

Balloon ride

Today I’m a hot air balloon
Something propels my spirit skyward
Corners of my mouth in tow
But what it is, I’ve forgotten

Maybe it’s my name
Scrawled on an envelope in familiar writing
Maybe it’s Christmas chocolate sugar-high
Random coworker giggle-fest
Looming lunch with a loved one
Or just Friday afternoon

From this height, my worries
Are little specks on the pavement
Up, up and away.

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