Head Space

If  I could hurl myself outside 

the pull of gravity

in an impossible trajectory

through time and space

could I escape

the soft, scratching sounds

inside my head?

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Every Day

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Another day, another sunrise, another miracle

scattered along the path.

Ho hum.

I count them off with tally marks

 otherwise I would lose track

Smooth stones

each one makes ripples in the pool

as I drop them

plunk

     plunk

          plunk

the circles spread apart

farther and farther

Shadows meet and bow and dance


This was written for Mr. Know-it-all's Flash 55 where you can find a whole bunch of 55 word gems.