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Mick.
Aspergantus.
NoWhereMan.
What a smile,
what a laugh,
what a heart.
skimming over
invisible slidingboards of air,
buoyant as balloons
no strings attached.
glide and slide
no care, so slow any
other would plummet
without flapping.
landing only to
belly-surf and find
lunch in the mullet pack
racing below glassy swells.