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Plastic Keys Touching my Fingers

When I look up
into the clouds
or out across
the ocean
there is an unquestionable
sense of well being
like slumber
like kisses
like the buoyancy of love or laughter or fresh baked bread
then as I sit later
in the office with a screen and plastic keys touching my fingers
questions arrive
and I close my eyes
to let the breeze from my heart
carry them up
into the clouds

August 3, 2018
Burt Beansgood
Poems