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They look so inviting
from afar. I imagine
walking in, mingling,
not wanting to leave.

But the hour arrives
and my vision gives
way to anxiousness,
that instability I face

as astronauts brace
for their shuddering
descent into gravity,
when both man and

mission are right on
the verge of coming
apart, only to float
into a liquid landing,

like me with a drink
in my hand and two
inside me, blessed
to survive the entry.

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Copyright © 2012 Michael Milburn All rights reserved
from Birmingham Poetry Review
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