Posted by: John | May 29, 2016

Slipping

When I let things get to me
and checking out begins
to appear a viable option —
I think of slipping a little
yellow Piper Cub out of a blue
sky to a landing amid the green
fields. I want to fly.
I want to live.

cub

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