One More Poem: Up, Up, & Away

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Am I glutting the world with just one more poem?

(creative litter is still litter) - Like the helium balloon

in the child's hand; it seems to be such a good thing,

until the young poet lets go,then what do you have but

pollution. Yet it is so celebrated - that letting go,

"Do you still see it, way out there above the trees?"

What a gift to see something grow more faint

and then disappear forever...but it doesn't, it

gets caught in a wind, carried to the nature

preserve - hangs in a tree, limp and

shriveled, year, upon year,

upon year

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