Prompted into flight.
A perfectly timed sneeze,
Caused by seasonal allergies.
The way light smears across wet pavement,
A couple pens’ random placement.
A throwaway comment thrown away,
A random word thrown into the fray.
A blink,
A breath.
And I think of something,
I start running,
I’m going,
Going,
Gone.
Prompted into flight.
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