What do you want to know that you never
do?
Shining through everything you left
shaded blue something gruesome and worn
hamfisted and warm begging for your
stories
uncle max auntie min they want to hear
about
the night when you and jim were shining
and maybe dynamiting or with sue
the fowl scattered when you flew back
in
and you were light as a cockadoodledoo
no no you argue it wasn't me because I
knew
your folks when you were two and we
never spoke then when I let them both
in
before they were broken something you
could cry about remembering ghostly
like a chill on a hot day when you look
for the sun and he's not there just a
wing's
edge just the brush of air and the ball
hovering mid rush you never will touch
because it's grown tall the tale you
tell
from small to now when you don't know
rides eddies in the air and you don't
know
hides the skies and you don't know who
waits all night because you never do
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