How high in the air was he right now?
Everything looked like it was so far away
It made him giggle with glee.
Gesturing he asked her, “Is this how you see everything?”
Her slap to his shoulder threw him off balance. “Why did you do that?”
That’s when she took her glasses off his face.
Conjuring up a little bit of magic
As he waved his wand in the air
Setting loose his spell
That he hoped would ensnare that damned trout
She smelled easy money in the air
Everyone was all beer, pizza, and Buffalo winged out.
Now she felt it was time for her to execute her plan while they were in the drunken gluttony afterglow
So fellas, listen up. What do you say we have a little side wager on the game?
Everyone agreed. Two hours later she was seen five hundred dollars richer
Fiddling with her coffee mug, she looked out the window with dead eyes
Ugly vibes hung in the air on words that shouldn’t have been said
Everyone, even him, had to understand life’s fundamental truth
Leave her alone until she tanked up on at least one mug full
Floating through the air
Origami wings fluttering in the wind
Leaves a trail of delightful children’s squeals
Dancing lazily in the muted sunbeams
Flying through the air with a flick of the wrist
Leaving the heft of the situation behind, if only for a moment
It was his way of making these hard days a small bit easier
Not that Ginger cared about that. She just wanted to enjoy her time with him, but it
Gave him a breather from life while he waited for the collie to bring the frisbee back
Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines
As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind
Nothing will ever be the same ever again
Bonus poem:
Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him
Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him
Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him
Getting aggressive during play fighting
Oblivious to the dangers at hand
Outside the air was turbulent with drama
Such that the only thing you could do to get out of the spinning rut was eject from the situation.
Except that damn glass ceiling got in the way, killing any hope of promotion
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Putting globules of memories into the air
Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world
Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake
Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this
Urging us to remember
Molding the moment into something nostalgic
Except when it causes us to sneeze
The storm crashed through the valley
Heaving tree branches and debris to-and-fro
Until there seemed to a charged pause
Negative particles madly dash from sky to ground
Determined to find a place to rest
Except that outbreak from the heavens causes heated air to flee the scene
Resulting in colder air to rush in and clap at the drama of it all
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We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
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