These dreams and whispers

I’m telling ya, man, come on,
There’s nothing to it and even if there was,
what could we do about it?
Let it go, man,
Let it go,
Let it go.

(Someone whispered in the night,
“No. Fly. Be free.”)

Don’t do this.

(But they were already miles away.)

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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