Boy
Capture the picture
before it fades.
Treasure the face
alight and blooming
before it thins
into the contours of a man.
Your heartbeats synched
two birds in one body.
Now his beats
uniquely.
How do you hold him?
Reach through the hourglass
its sand pouring over your wrists
reach to your dreaming
where he’s running on pine needles
tugging at your hand.
Listen
Fat inscriptions
on rocks and walls
shout
to the passing train.
IMP
GOB
NY
X-SOUP
FUNKY STUFF 2018
Speed blurs one spray-can letter into the next.
Even when the cars stand still
the words are hard to read
coding bridges and rusted stanchions
whose crackling fires
in wires
transmit signals
no one hears.
Turbines
They push the sky with their arms
and toss clouds in the bay
dinosaurs towering over
boulders and spruce
that weight the island
to keep it from blowing away.
Old becomes new under the forever blueness
churned by a pterodactyl wind.
—
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