white sky
violent light
cracking thunder
dripping brick
and i miss you
tephra falls hard
old memory magma
still out runs me


head fills up bravely
your green boots
your open eyes
phone glaring me down
and - get to the basement
no, run to the sea
sail . . .
down . . .
round. . .
. . . OUT

this doesnt matter

the universe is cycling

even within lifetimes

we live hundred lives a decade

forget a hundred days an hour

remember three days a year:

does the universe cast a single shadow?

firmly stated

torn jeaned

 hungry tongued

and a blue black eye

matter is finite

energy is finite
our mother's ovaries are barren

(but) :

a batted ball lands lightly

sucked back to its home

is picked up

tossed in the air

swung at

and flies again

at Some Point In Time

(and again and again and again - repeat x ∞)