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Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Boy, wonder

Forward, to the moon
Past the bronze angels dancing
hanging, banging on the windshield
There are no walls between us
Only a round door,
incandescent,
high up, over our heads
I wonder what color it is
on your side.
Green, blue, red?
or yellow, like mine?
And if it gleams on your sea
like it does mine,
wobbling about tomorrow,
hesitating, afraid
Or if it dances,
glimmering with excitement
No,
there are no walls between us
Only a round door,
ancient, yellowed
And I wonder
when the yellowing would stop
or how many rotations
or revolutions this earth
or these wheels have to take
to get us home
I wonder
when that round door would open
and you and me would fly up
and meet under a doorpost,
the halo of our stupidity
-a ring of stars.

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Posted by inktrip at 12:54 AM