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The Lostling                                                               July 11, 2008

Like a teardrop but in reverse,
a slender tether escapes a child’s hand
at an unexpected moment.

A blue balloon.
Not blue like the sky
but more like a “sweet missing you” blue,
floats off without its person,
tail dangling,
an unmanned rudder for a hapless journey.

Vulnerable and drifting out of sight.
The wayfaring elastic membrane departs,
stretched like skin
over magic breath that is lighter than air.

A naive traveler in a lonely world.

Imagine if it would speak to us?
It could tell us all that it’s seen.
A history in reverse
from just before the briar patch…

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