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orange float

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with the light exhale
of a bird
I glide back
with pinpoint focus
to a thin silver pole
that slides down
the back
of my neck
to the base of my spine
and with smooth forward motion
it curves
to the ease
of a fresh ribbon breeze
and I blow
straight out and weightless
in the cottony silence
of the afternoon sun