A.S. Wilson

midnight
black jack speaks to me
kerouak thoughts of freedom
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Seeing the fire in your eyes die
I walked to the house alone
wishing my eyes would let me cry.
Seeing the fire in your eyes die
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The summer sun glints off your sunglasses and
Strikes me in the eye and as I begin to twist away
I am reminded of the physics of light and space
And how they’ve found that two electrons,
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The Charlie Brown prints of your shoes
left zigzag marks to follow in the sand
as you wandered down the beach
looking for shells and answers.
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Maple tree helicopter seeds
fly me back to childhood
whirling through the sky in
martial support of little green army men.
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I’m a kindergarten dropp out
and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Drop out that is. And not, this time,
because we were moving
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The city of lights
beckoned to us,
drew us in as if we
were dull flying bugs
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Proof: Mathematical proofs are strange things.
They can prove anything you desire,
provided you don’t care whether they are true.
All you have to do is to assume
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Coming from around the corner and off the porch
you smile, grabbing an armful of honey gold leaves
and fling them like sacrifices into the sky
where they pause, and scattering autumnal light
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