Without Me

Posted: August 11, 1991 in Poetry
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watching the clouds
beautiful
playing graceful in the sky’s meadows.
I lift my arms,
ask for storms to pour their fruit
on me
with no words,
fervent kisses winked like hope
thrown as confetti
stolen by a monkey wind
to go where the lost helium balloons
go.

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