#346 when seen by strangers a thing of mystery and wonder
b'hope filled like so many balloons\\ncan rise and float away tugging us\\nalong held by strings we refuse\\nto let go\\n\\nwe are pulled down strange city\\nstreets and through country lanes\\nthe moment we stop looking up\\nwe arrive\\n\\nwhat we let go\\nfloats higher and away\\nwhen seen by strangers\\na thing of mystery\\nand wonder\\n\\nwhen strange streets reveal their\\npatterns and the codes of backroads\\ndeciphered grow routines it\\u2019s time\\nto let go\\n\\nwhat we let go\\nfloats higher and away\\nwhen seen by strangers\\na thing of mystery\\nand wonder\\n\\nepw 3.31.08 perrysburg, oh'