Airplane Day
Wait weighs heavy?Crushes, buries, immobilizes?
My strength is drained, my bones are sore, and breathing equals pain?
Wait weighs nothing.
Relaxes, separates, diffuses.
I float inches from the ground, unable to touch anything solid, useless and empty and miss'd.
Something will pull me over the ridge,
cool, condense, drop,
and I will rain all over this dead gray landscape again, because green is what's needed.
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