BALANCED ON THE WIND
I passed a man today
Carrying an umbrella
Under a cloudless blue sky
While an old woman
With a thrift store coat
Posted a sign for her lost cat
As a grey-faced crowd
By the drug rehab center
Buried themselves in smoke
Next to a girl who sat strumming
An old battered guitar
That somehow stayed in tune
And it seemed like the world
Was filled with tightrope walkers
Negotiating a thin wire
Without ever knowing
That if they should fall
Someone would catch them
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