a bunch of balloons

Whit Howland

i think I write
in lower case
as my hand moves the pen
with childlike grace

while the other grips
a bunch of balloons
hoping they'll take me
from this tiny room

for one last flight of freedom
over the world I knew
then

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  • Author: Whit Howland (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 2nd, 2020 06:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Up, up and away as your imagination soars in the wonder of words.

    Andy



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