Travelling

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In between,

neither here nor there.

You look out the window

and watch the clouds drift by,

car, train, taxi, plane.

Mellow thought, iridescent,

shifting in your chest

like the warm winter tide.

Your destination is yet to come;

inevitable, certain, final,

close.



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