Friday Freedom (a poem)

There is an aura in the air
uplifting people everywhere.
The wait to lift off work weight
      is now here.

Savoring this
is like fine wine aging for years;
      waiting for the moment
      to enjoy the fermenting flavor
      and once sipped, savored, and swallowed,
            it's gone.

This moment is permeated with possibilities.
      Something can happen,
            nothing can happen,
                  this or that,
                        or anything else.


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