Up High
I'm sending you a virtual high-five.
You can decide what it's for.
Maybe you filled what was empty
or emptied what was full.
Or maybe you imagined
the exact right thing to say
and maybe you had the good sense
not to say it.
Perhaps you were the only one
who saw it hidden in plain sight.
Or was it that the right numbers were down
or that you found that twenty in your wallet.
If you finally solved the puzzle
or went one more day without a drink,
I'm holding my figurative hand in the air,
up high, to the side, don't be slow.
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