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Mar 2020
A call in the middle of the
night

much like a ride
on a roller coaster

the torturous climb
to the top
then the terror

and panic of the drop
then

the gentle coast
into the station

and the tears that could go
either way

Whit Howland © 2020
An imagistic poem.  Also, an original.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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