October 1, 2006


 

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October 1, 2006

 

Once I

             fell

 

 

                    over a field near Philly

                    out of a plane.

                    My mouth was really dry

                    and tight when I landed.

                    The air had simply sapped

                    its energy and made it white.

 

I had                         landing

          an imperfect

 

and was breathing

like a song.

 

I recall feeling small

over large patches of life

and the mortality

of nightmares and newsmakers.

 

It was in the thumb of someone else’s hand.

Wonder was part of it all.