Today's poem is by Julia Story
from "Its Plastic Light"
I make the travel plans. When two ghosts
cross each other, a sky is born. Two
skies try to exist together, one in the
background while the other takes the
credit. Or one underneath the other,
coiled like the furnace in a pretend
hideout, waiting until it can be something
else. The birds honking or in silent lines.
This sound steadfast as a face.
Copyright © 2009 Julia Story All rights reserved
from Post Moxie
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