i am a fragile parapet

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i am a fragile parapet

pockmarking the sky like

rain

 

across a plane of concrete

covered mercilessly with 

speeding vehicles

 

running headlong into commercial business

traffic light jams and red signs spelling out

stops and cautions 

 

leave me or love me said, the maddened carnival

thrill seeker on the breadth of his journey across

the sun

 

blazing hot and resolute, stronger and longer 

tally markers, tick-tock calendar countdowns

singing

 

"1, two, 3, six, nine!" or was it the alphabet?

beginning with z, walking backwards down the

dotted line

 

wearing saffron and silk sundresses

somewhere in michigan or new york

where it was

 

cold before the leaves began to change

and they were orange when they fell

orange, crisp

 

like well aged parchment 

wafting through infintesimal

pockets of air

 

somewhere far away from here in maine

or switzerland, someplace like that; further than

sirius b

 

which, though north of somewhere,

is somehow south of every place

else

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