Air under my wings
paper wings flapping
windswept sweeping of my nose
I lean forward too too much
tip to the ground and dive
I close my eyes because I don't want to see
the ground surge up at me
I do not lift back up at the last lovely light
I crash face first into a cold new existence
I breathe that refreshing breathe
I suck it in
I wake up
My eyes pop
I say
I do.
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Me . . . My final frontier. What do I say about me? I am a mother of like three kids-one not biologically mine, but still mine all the same. I ride mop ponies for a living. I love coffee and chocolate but who doesn't these days. I think Amarillo should embrace its individuality and support its local artists be they visual or music or whatever! This is where I wage my wordy war!
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