Let go , serendipitous, to rise, bob and float on supple breezes.
Your snaking string strolls out of reach.
Detached forms here, where once coexisted ground and buoyancy, an anchored ship.
I jump once, twice in my powder blue sneakers, feet strapped in for landing, rubber of soul.
Soles,
the striped or floral cushions under which we find straggling minted
coins, crinkled transparent candy...
