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Watching

The clattering fan
brushes the
hair from my eyes
And
through
sunspots
in clean window patches
I watch them
walk by


Do they see
What
I see
With the trees so delicately catching the wind
And
The
dew drops reflect
light from 
its leaves
which clap and wave 
with their long branches
almost to welcome us forward

A child
Joyously
pushes past
A muttering
couple
She reaches her tiny hands to the sky
laughing
to catch her red balloon
The wind
exhales
as the balloon  dances
and bobs around
the people in the square
who fail to notice its invitation
She doesn’t fail to notice its magic
And tries to save it
From venturing into the unknown
BUT
the wind
hugs its tiny string
and I watch
as that tiny balloon  falls into the great blue
abyss

I want to soar
like that red balloon
I want to escape
such day to day trivialities
But 
who will catch me
and bring me back home
when I feel I have ventured to far

Shaking my head as a I awake from my daydream
I watch
as a lonely
windswept newspaper 
is blown about
in each direction
Does anyone else see
How it like  us
IT
Is just full of confusion
Aimlessly wandering
For
That place
To call our own.


I want to be that newspaper
Constantly fighting for control of
its destiny
and now
it sits solitarily in a patch of weeds
and
The
soil
absorbs its print
as it becomes one with the earth

i smile
because I shared a private moment
with
the
world.

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