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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #1662194
I am determined to let nothing interfere with my new job...but what is more important?
The Busy Day



The clouds roll over the hills like the
  exhaled breath of a Fire God.
Drifting into shapes both fantastic
and common, bizarre and mundane;
      they change by the moment.

In the park, a group of children lie on their
  backs, staring at the sky in wonder.
There, a horse
there, a dragon
      there, a giant and his dog.

I walk faster, over the park’s
  main pathway, late for another
endless meeting at work.
I whisk by the ice cream stand, and ignore the
      enticing scent of chocolate sauce.

My feet hurt in my
  fashionable new high heels, worn to
fit my professional image.
I circle the carousel, where laughter and
      tinny calliope music stirs memories.

I throw off my shoes and hurry
  back to the sky watchers.  I lie
down and curl my toes deep into the cool
green grass.  I nudge my new friend and
      point to a floating unicorn.
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