Tom Clark, three Padgetts. Photo. by Joe Brainard, 1966.
Blown Away
ephemeral as tinkerbell
unmoored yet not unmoved
tossed cloudward, flipped
sans volition
into the flow
going but not wanting to go
without the other flotsam
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