my nine
year old
friend asks
where it
comes from
does it go
sky down or
ground up?
i don't
know.
i know the noise
comes after
the light.
i know
that friday the
rainbow rises
from where the
air split with
white.
through the
window at
namaste
restaurant.
coming here
last year jan
uary my
friend and i
are crashed
into by a two
fisted cell phone
talker,
zoom.
he split
my shoulder
with speed
like a light.
crash like
thunder.
i know the noise
comes after
the light.
my nine
year old
friend asks
where it
comes from
does it go
sky down or
ground up?
i still
don't know...
maybe both
maybe when you're in the
middle of the strike
in the tin
tinn
ab
ulation
there is
no up
or down.
just crash
just zounds
just bright.
5-28-12
I like your poem...it rings true.
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