two flames on the table
before him
and the place he drops
his thoughts
down like a ton of bricks
books
rather
how many
thoughts until he runs out
he has
already spun dizzy enough to be
invisible
on a pedestal
in the
middle of nowhere
one flame
stands still
and the
other jumps from the wick
with the
sound of a helicopter above
somewhere
to be really fast no messing around
the dog
barks as if it will attack
anyone who
enters
understandable
it's his heritage
maybe he is
mistaken in thought
the candles
are there as symbols of power
beyond his
control putting down the sticks
as he was
told they would be his death
to late it
may be almost June
the back
porch at night makes his nose cold
as if it
were March
the two
flames suddenly join in jumping
and somehow
coordinate with the sound
of a jumbo
jet and three birds singing
above
clouds and a colorful sky
from the
sun setting on the horizon
as if it
would set somewhere else
the pen
skips and spins in his fingers
as if he
has a deadline and it's been almost ten years
since his
last assignment he knows he should go back
even if
only to see what it is he might be missing
but it's
only a bridge and he heard that they
tore it
down to build a tunnel...
