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Night Flight
by Nancy Clarkheavy with wakefulness on the Posturpedic because a worry scurries back and forth behind my eyelids. "Let it out!" I shout without a sound... so as not to wake the dog... and thrust open my eyes, hoping for its escape through those portals before it does more damage. And I stare a while out the big window as a starry sky inches its way back of the tall pines. If only I could slide up high on one of those pine poles now, I'd step off onto the first star passing by and curl up inside it for the night. Even if I cared to glance back down, I would probably be too far away to see the dog chasing the worry, now hiding inside one of my shoes beside the bed. |
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