real

Once I lay my spinning head down

on the desk

and it danced through

the open window, cool and light.

I took a breath, and something filled.

It was a sludge day, but with

the most calming gray sky and

assuring air.

My head kept spinning but it was there

with me, hinting at better things.

In that moment, hope and a breeze were the exact same thing.

Whatever real is, it was.

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