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It happens each early summer.
She backs off her anti-depressants,
thinking more UV rays can substitute
for her drugs. She comes out swinging,
determined to reclaim what is
rightfully hers.
For a day or a week she’s a warrior,
but quickly fades into a humble,
tumble, pile of bewilderment. (It’s
hard to sustain determination on
just sunlight. Warmth alone isn’t
enough to help you think straight.)
Following her short freedom flight,
she becomes earth bound, a cloud
that hovers low against a county trunk
road - a vaporous curtain that flattens
and abducts you.
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