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I saw him again today, way off in the distance

Under his rainbow, his lawnmower pushing him higher

Does he know how it makes me feel to see him

Way up in the sky, doing donuts around zephyrs?

Like singing in joy at his freedom from the ground

His distance from it measured not in humdrum x

Or boring y… But in the unexplored dimension of z

And cursing his name for reminding me that my feet

Are ungratefully stuck to the nurturing ground

As I trudge from my car to my door

My load at once lightened by his joy

And immediately weighted down by my own lack of flight

So he has no net effect on me

And I don’t write this

And I don’t yearn to fly

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