Thursday, January 19, 2012

Flying

Flying
Her
Off the end of the balance beam
Him
A plastic plane up my back

That is just right now

Another moment
It may be a little helicopter with life like moving blades or
A stuffed turtle off the stairs or
One of the two of them
Off the couch or
The bed or
A table
Flying

Always
Everything is flying
Falling

Until
It's not



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