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AIRY RUSHES PUNCH

Airy rushes punch my shirt

Through a window of sunset dirt

And send me reeling like a lure

Through the water nerves of America

Once on the other side of somewhere

I relax and become someone else

Not that I behave different

Just behave less often

The sky offers me solace and office space

And stars I keep in drawers

Wear nothing

But a little mist and halo

I will imagine myself

A sympathetic headlight

Knocking on the door of the night

To borrow a cup of sugar

From the beautiful neighbor

Who’s moved in

Without even the clothes on her back

‟Would it be possible

To borrow a cup of sugar”

‟Sure Sit down, honey

Make yourself comfortable”

I ease down in the big dipper