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by Eliseo Martinez
Shout Out!
Staring through the wooden prison bars of
the stairwell handrail
I imagine the ribcage of a sleeping dream
and the heart bursting through like a flock of
startled birds.
I imagine the sweet voices of these birds
falling like a gentle light on my ears,
weaving themselves in and out of the outside sounds
of running engines, ringing cell phones,
the buzz of everyday
conversation.
It’s an invisible light that only illuminates
certain people,
certain geometrical angles of passing faces, passing hands
clasped together like sprung traps, the footsteps of an early
afternoon passing like a stranger
across a particular series of moments
of my life.
I want the birds, the heart, the voices,
the light,
to live in my hands
forever.
I want for this to reach the sky
in the shape of a wish
and to fall back to earth in the shape
of anything real enough to crack the ground
when it lands.
Words and light and
blood forever in
these strange and distant
days.
Let’s be the bones of new dinosaurs!
Let’s be so important to
who we are
and
what we do
that our lives
become the fossils
of a bright and advanced
age.
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