As Gravity Soars

we trade centuries down the
smooth rails along the ancestral stairs
left our ghosts up top    their staring shock at us
their disbelief that gravity could be so much fun

is gravity fun?    entire courtrooms clear their throats
the wall of mist behind the observation seats
and frowns worse than even a judge could show
even the sounds of traffic behind the barriers
is a slow growl    maybe played backwards
you would feel their teeth    so throw flowers

throw flowers    weightless monkey wrenches
puffs of air of a world that exists in all weather
in their flight there’s joy and song
embodiment of love in the world

Written October 3, 2025