Tuesday, August 2, 2022

Grist and Grit and Gleam

the tin can battle of garbage pail kid
inheritor cardboard collector
up in the dark past bedtime
late night of the transistor radio

playing down on the corner the kids 
breakdancing breaking their legs
on 
then whoa ragdoll
off 
skateboards

and laughing and free five years old
he rode the stone dolphin
in the waves of wind 

cold night forever 
the overpass passed over and the lights went out 
we can count on one hand the times 

you fed us from the
coarse grey sand 
washed from the
the bottoms of our feet now
clean of dirt and rocks and skin

are we lit do we light 
and then travel as fast photons make 
the world brighter and the radiation 
is the green of her eye on 
a grinning pistachio sun

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