free again

only just past mid-April,
and this morning,
breezy enough
and bright,
and I see the first sailboat
of Spring,
in the harbor,
when suddenly
the wind gusts
and sends my Billy Collins book
flying down to a
concrete fate;
the fast-walking lady
with the ballcap
and iPod
does not notice
the man,
starting to feel free again.

April 19, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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