A Poem A Day, Day Twenty-five

Escaping Gravity

“I’m falling into the sky”,
he said, when he was three,
looking up
imagining he
could break free.

Today I am dancing; my hobbled legs do a jig while
he plays
on his accordion.

I look up and see there are no clouds.

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