how I wonder
alien boy sits on curb
waiting for night to fall
desirous of first star to appear
bringing back his smile
fast cars with one headlight
impersonate meteor showers
sweeping up passerbys
unable to pay the freight
it’s a million to one chance
but what else is there to do
besides singing the blues
or counting red cars
tomorrow’s hitchhiker
catapults away from superhighway
discovering alternatives to
hunger and desire and fear
there he learns falling out of grace
is not an option
nor dashing through the night sky
perhaps unseen
november two thousand seventeen
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