Particles
The boy on the bicycle
is really quite a man.
He’s got on a shaved face
and he rides at a steady pace.
When I look at him,
for just a moment,
I think about colliding particles
And how close can we get
And how close can we be
in the human life?
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It’s a blustery day,
windy and grey
with full bellied clouds.
They look like huffing, pluming horses
Reigned in.
A storm is coming at noon, they say,
So I am out on my walk at 10:08.
I hear an unfamiliar clacking sound
Stirred up in the wind…
They are chimes, but not silver-metallic
Glittering bells.
They sound ceramic and earthy
And I am excited to hear them.
I pass the pepper tree, and for a moment
I think of the boy who died many years ago.
I imagine him, wherever he may be,
Still present in his eternal moments
And I pray for him to choose the good things
Like kindness and joy and hope and justice…
Whatever this feeling is, I wish it for him
And offer to share it by the lake.
Every moment carries its own weight and its own promise,
So I promise him this moment, wherever he may be;
It’s my song dedication on FM radio,
And it transmits through invisible radio waves even now.
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