Nighttime On My Balcony
Child of the night
Eyes open ready to pounce.
I feel weightless, buoy like, rocking gently with the waves.
As the stars shine down on me and the moon smiles and glows, the man
waves hello, then goodbye.
The clouds pass over and form a giant flying saucer then dissipate into a thin
line of cotton.
I reach up and trace the Big Dipper with my finger, look around, take a breath
and step inside.
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