#thatpoetryhost – The Race

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I am racing the sunset to my doorstep.
Ready
Set
.
.
.
Go!
Jet in taxi
Last text message sent.
Smooth jazz oiling disjointed eardrums
As I prepare for a sandwich of clouds.

The water below resembles a
Sequined welcome mat;
A glittery invitation to follow the current course.

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We pierce the fluff ceiling like light,
An easy lift through;
Much unlike security checks
or other man-made necessities.

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I feel her on my back,
Sunshine has found me leading the way,
Blazing a trail to a place called home.
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