Sunday, January 6, 2008

Unseen

by Robert Gryfft


They do it for thrills.

They put invisibility jackets on and stroll across highways: breath catching in their throats as the cars, unaware, make no effort to slow or swerve.

Today is my first time to try it.

Unseen, I glide between gleaming behemoths, absorbing their deafening thunder. I laugh.

Finally, I am alive.

Finally-

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