the gleam of chrome in the light
against the dark background of the industry
that produced it…
but let that go…
the sea is in the air…
everyday of my childhood pulls on my boots…
I can see in the dark now:
even into the shadows at the edges
of memory:
the mimosa that didn't fit into the neighborhood…
the huge moon that lured me to the ever receding
horizon…
the solar eclipse glimpsed through a pin hole
in a paper plate…
the most beautiful woman I ever imagined
came true…
I know
a musician in
to dance for their lives
and a woman I love paints her solitude
in a room without windows
ferns five million years old are still
trying to tell us about a star
that is written in stone…
I put on a hat and become invisible…
the net of my longing opens its mouth
and I am free…
with nothing to nowhere…
thingless in wonderment…
anywhere on the way
to anywhere…
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