Gravity
Each day, each moment
it pulls me to the ground.
Each morning, I look to the sky
but on earth I belong.
each day I ask
Old rock and roll plays
in the next room
a heartbeat
I breathe.
what keeps me here
An airliner streaks the sky
and contrails disappear
into clouds like dreams
but I stand on the floor.
another day in its embrace
*off-sonnet form
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