In a haze I float across the street - one foot in front of the other, to avoid attracting attention to my lack of gravity.
A Shellfish truck breaks for me and I smile – I’m happy it stopped for me.
Victory! I didn’t fantasize about the release of a quick death.
Slowing down further I’m spacey - my attention shifts to the subtle shades of grey and purple between the clusters of cumulus clouds
I'm jealous of the seagull gliding along a rising shaft of air
up, past the fog and out of sight.
Let me ascend too.
fuzzy - warm - drifting away while I walk,
my molecules are separating in bliss.
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