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some people arch into your life

at a high trajectory;

you can see them coming,

fore and aft. you can see

the white space around them.

lurching in slow,

they plummet



other people hew

into your life low and fast,

flying tight to the land,

barely seaming the mists.

creeping fast as dawn,

they eat the shadows

and before you know it,

they've come, gone

around, made another

pass



I dreamt of you.



We were seated

in a restaurant

near Ground Zero.



I'd just smoked a cigarette.



I ordered Chinese pizza

for the second day straight.



You said it was as

good a choice as any,



then the floor exploded.



this morning's a wet spore

the sky, a drab bruise



my brain,

a fist of sadness