Take-off

Taken off
from life's see-saw

he's hitched a ride
on the tail of cumulus

up, up he goes, beyond

troposphere,
and stratosphere,

leaving exosphere
with the click of his heels.

I see him smiling
he's looking back at me

I speak to him
but nobody's home;

he's laughing,
his eyes blank
as a blown-out t.v.

There he is
swinging from
Saturn's rings --

"catch me if you can"
he mumbles

but I can't
he's gone --

catapulted himself
to orbit

Pluto's cold, cold ball.

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