Driving I-95 S. Float On.

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I read One Day three years ago.
But The Line, this line, never left me.
The words would land softly, gently.
And my veins would pulse with Gratitude.

And then some days you wake up and everything’s perfect.

I turn the dial to 70’s on 7.
The Floaters with “Float on.

The left foot begins to tap.
My body begins to sway, a rocking chair.

Take my hand, come with me, baby, to Love Land
Let me show you how sweet it could be
Sharing love with me, I want you to tell me
Float, float on (Come on, come on,
(Come on, baby, yeah, yeah)
Float on, float on (Ooh, ooh, baby)
Float, float, float on
Float on (Float with me), float on

I catch the chorus in time.
I’m murmuring along

I want you to tell me.
Take my Hand.
Float on, float on.

I pull into the parking lot.
I glance at my watch. 6:45 am.
I inhale deeply.
And pause before pulling the keys out of the ignition.
Float on. Float on.

The air leaks out the balloon.
My Heaven in the cockpit seeps away.
I grab my keys, and my case and head for the door.

It’s Game Time.



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