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Fortunes fine tuned 
Worries whisked 
Days savored 
Habits kicked 
Precariously grounded 
Across planes and grids 
Building up 
Life’s little fibs 
Groveling down to 
Fucking gas prices 
Day to day 
The world entices 
Me 
to take 
Another step 
Not knowing if 
It’s time to tip 
My hat to you 
Or my glass 
Of cardboard wine 
I slip 
From the line 
I walk, so carefully 
While singing along 
With Jack and Nellie 
An unrehearsed, faceless 
Medley 
of Oasis 
with a drum beat 
so deep 
the G. Love makes me 
take a leap 
to the other side 
of this Katrina 
we call life.

my hat