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Next Tuesday


by Darryl Price


Go on, fly. Try again. What did you think 
was the hidden message?  I could describe 
the awful dry world, but you might not recognize 
it through my own wet eyes. Go on, 
escape. Those who subscribe to murder have 
already made their lost choices. I used 

to think poetry couldn't stop tanks. I 
was wrong. Go on, look for keywords in your 
deepest vocabulary. Discernment, 
that's a good one. You can apply it directly 
to the trickiest of all wounds. 
Take it easy. Go on, make it happen. 

Go on, say yes when you mean it. Say no 
and walk away. Fly, it's what you were made 
for, tell me what you see. Rainy days ahead, 
perhaps, sometimes. Look some more. Look through 
the thickest walls. Go on, try. Don't leave the 
rushing trees behind forever. Don't leave 

the golden ocean of love behind. Don't 
leave the flower surrounded mountains behind. 
Take them all with you. Go on, mostly 
cloudy, but not always. Fly, and open 
your heart. Fly, show us the way. Go on, fly, 
and falling out of sight, bring us back light.  
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