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Photo credit: Hilary L., Rogers City, MI
Springs crunch beneath
Launching me skyward
Bursting through shingles
Houses shrink beneath me
Roads, cities vanish
Below a blanket of white viscosity
Where floating is natural
Mother calls
“Charlie, no jumping on your bed!”
Her temper,
Disguised as gravity,
Hauls me back down.
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