From the author:

From the Author:

I will not introduce myself.
I will not ask "How do?"
I will not wave, I will not bow,
Or shake a hand with you.

For I am not polite, my friend;
I have no social grace.
Like you, I have no manners,
And I never learned my place.

Instead I'll write a poem
And I'll put myself in verse,
And if you like the sound of me,
Well, THEN we might converse.

So read a line or two of me,
Or don't, if it's a chore,
But since you've read fifteen of me
I bet you'll read one more.

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Friday, 23 October 2015

The Meteor's Wish

If I were a meteor, I would wish
for more sky and less fire.  I would wish
to forget this brief falling. I would wish
for four strong wings to beat back
the hard and disintegrating air,
to rise into frictionless
space, to sail again
and always,
a still

Down here, I think that if I were a meteor,
I would wish on the first eyes I saw tonight
that I was not a meteor but stardust
and singing speed. But I am not
a meteor; I’m only
its falling