A light bulb parade

Holding light bulbs up to

the silhouette of the moon

blown switches and a new fuse

the orchard the bare meadow

the bath tub a vaulted mirrored ceiling

a set of Chinese painted hand exercise balls

meditation man that’s the calm

down key that and a bridge

that divides you and me

the directions you misread

the wrong place yet again

you need to be in the place

where the sun sets and the

flying fish are paper kites

the string unraveling in the sky

do you ever get the feeling

you have been set free

The ghosts of the rings

and a tunnel you navigate

it’s like I’ve been here before

the little ships in bottles

cast away across the sea

wishes rolled up in the masts

All that’s left worry dolls you took

away they are  yours for free





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