The Day is Coming
My apron will be tossed
willy-nilly,
strings dancing,
across the counter.
My ticket book
will join it,
mid-flight,
holding hands
preparing for a rough landing.
My shirt tail
will fly from my belt's grasp,
my stomach
may make an appearance.
The door will be pushed
and opened.
And I,
I,
will fly free.
-wdv
August 20, 2007
willy-nilly,
strings dancing,
across the counter.
My ticket book
will join it,
mid-flight,
holding hands
preparing for a rough landing.
My shirt tail
will fly from my belt's grasp,
my stomach
may make an appearance.
The door will be pushed
and opened.
And I,
I,
will fly free.
-wdv
August 20, 2007
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