as the world order changes
so does common sense
shifting like tectonic plates
after volcanic explosions
a collective dream of visible air
floats from the ground up
physical particles inevitably
breathed in by man & beast
advances occur on multiple fronts
math & science & nature
spinning inside tunneled conductors
controlled by a golden wand
april two thousand twenty-five
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my father climbs the maple tree
behind his mother’s house
climbing to the very top
he believes he is a boy again
from a higher perspective
he sees a horse with wings
grazing in a meadow outside of town
he calls for his mother to see
but his mother doesn’t hear him
she is in the kitchen baking pies
& preserving fruit for the winter
my father falls from the tree
landing on his feet like a cat
he saunters off in search of the horse
with wings grazing in a meadow
my father walks out of town carrying
a bunch of carrots
back home his mother is ringing the dinner bell
mounting onto the back of the horse
my father cannot hear the kitchen bell
before long he is climbing higher in the sky
november two thousand twenty-four
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the wind carried us
to that enchanting place
we thought we were riding
on a magic carpet
but it was just an
ordinary automobile
one with fins or wings
and a wide open mouth
eating everything
until skidding to a halt
dropping us off
into another world
one with flippers &
joysticks & bells & whistles
clinks & clanks
sirens & dings & laughter
september two thousand twenty-four
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