Wednesday, February 5, 2014

POEM: "1-2-3 Roswell"

1-2-3 Roswell
                              for Felix Baumgartner

I don’t really know you
or the variety of ways
any of us can fall falling
or really any more than
that thing about the angels
up by the recurve of earth
forgetting this quiet abyss

in a speed of dark descent
just there seconds ago boom
telling so small from above
blue sky clouds white cells
long field watching your step
balloon helmet pressure suit

one of the other ends of a long day
faced with a blank of possibility

like going into the snowy night.

© 2012 Rob Schackne

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