thoughts are deep on Saturdays
reaching far and wide
some bring pain and suffering
and some bring the divine

when I sit to breathe with them
and watch them whizzing by
I ask whoever’s driving them
“Who taught YOU how to fly!?”

I spend some time wrestling myself
until I learn at last
that I can just let them run wild
while I enjoy breakfast!

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