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Wind Games

A wisp of wind whiles away time…

we never leave

with anything

all belongs to in between

chances, choices, games.

Win some. Lose some.

Shoot the marble

hit the target

take a prize,

miss and regret surprise.

(Watched these two human-kites on Indian Rocks Beach, FL… mesmerizing sky ballet.)

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