May 12, 2020
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..just firecrackers
i've been footloose in a world that can break
a person's heart. you could say i have had my head
in the clouds, but sometimes i've
had sand in my craw. i spurned all advice
that cautioned against the time
love would swallow me,
then forget me.
(they had never known
what it was like to love someone
as if nothing would ever again
be worthy.)
nine years ago,
i found my fortune teller
in chinatown.
he said, "speak to the gods
in metaphorical language--an autumn sky
going down in flames, a face
eclipsed by time and distance,
shadows in the dusk,
eyes filled with lost years.
he never said a word about
work or money, death , life, or love.
he never mentioned the windmill
turning in my heart.
before i could even blink, he ushered me
down the steps to a street awash
in red firecracker paper.
and ever since that day
i haven't been able to speak.my heart is in my mouth.
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