04.

Hop on the plane,
Flying high
And I want to know
If this is a one-way ride
Running wildly past people and places
Spaces
Reaching out, holding back
Escape
Or coming home
Again
Building a new home
Again
I reach out and touch her hand
His foot
This land
Dirt running through fingers–
Tingles on
back–
Out.
And I’m running
Again

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