that once as i was a kid
made no idea
the storm drain was much louder then
old age brings secrets of helicopters
to an older body the black sky of sleep
at first draw a blue stripe at the top of the picture
the first time i went down to the subway
i hold its bones like dice in my hand
behind grey clouds there is invisibility
the water’s at the lip of the cup now
then there’s green that’s grass at the bottom
people waiting hardly moving for the next train
you’ll never reach this age if you think about it
so much space between green and blue
from Yew Nork (2014)
Friday, March 14, 2025
Two Kids Playing Catch
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