TONI ORRILL


On A February Day

My heart lifts like a red balloon
A round rocket towards the clear door
Before a top scraping the barren ground
skipping into the fainting air.

It cannot decide, double-double minded
Escaping into the chill of winter's breast
from the sun's solid sashay
unsure where it will finally rest

a frayed string dangling to nowhere
nowhere is where it needs to be now

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