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Stressed Loon

Like when the popcorn flew

up into the air, yodeling

and laughing mixed as we poked fun

to release excited anxiety,

to release the tension in the room that followed,

of course even with the shouting

and screaming in fear, in amusement, in

the wooden house at the bottom of

the steep hill, with the lonesome

loon singing desperately into

the night, met joyfully with

a similar song, and we sang

and danced, and spilled hot

pasta all over the floor because

of the long drawn out wait, timed

perfectly, resulting in thunderous laughter,

and more screaming, and more crying, and more yodeling

while running around in circles and

chasing each other in the dark to

say: “Just happy to be here.”

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