purged, the damn broken, the pressure relieved, and away
it goes, on the river wild, for a short time class V, but
then, calm, quiet, the heartache disappears, at least for
a little while, like a balloon attached to a weight put
into a lake, kept underneath the surface, and then the
weight is removed, and WHOOSH! the balloon rushes to the
surface, eager to escape, and leaps out of the water,
continues to rise, until buffetted by the winds, thrown
about, carried and driven, away and away |