For a second there,
when a passing plane kept the sun from our eyes,
a battle had just been won
somewhere
a hurricane had begun on a land
the clouds had their shapes for a reason
somewhere
somebody shouted then just wasn't there
A flying saucer was seen from a house with no phone
by a life meant to try and prove it
Your hand on your neck
and your head heavy on your shoulder
and the shadow of a plane
and my memory of a carnival the night before it rained
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