Summer's buzzing energy
pulls me out and up, or
skimming the ground low
with my dog's short legs
close to warm rocks and
steady ground.
Not the intruding swarm
of anxiety, imagined loss
exhaled, nor the desire to attach
to a hand, the balloon
tethered, held tight----
but the one that was let go,
bobbing against the
roof-tops, gingerly touching
that sharp old TV antenna
and miraculously not popping,
moving out of sight
along with the anxiety
and my wanting to know
what’s next.
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| Outside the labyrinth in Ashland, OR |
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| Wild sweet peas, another one of my favorites |
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| Looks like the dog's driving, but it's an old Mini, straight from Britain. |
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| THE WHITE SNAKE, our Sunday afternoon's entertainment |
