Look at this light this handful of light I found it last night when the bars were closed and only cabbies and cops prowled the streets Look, Nakachi I found it in the parking lot next to the Greyhound station where I park sometimes and wait for things to happen It was just sitting there between a Dodge Omni and an old Cadillac coupe And at first I thought some angel must have dropped it (you know how angels are -- always dropping things always leaving things misplacing things...) But then I thought, No Not here, not now Not at four in the morning when all I know is waiting So I looked around saw no one and picked it up carried it home like some secret and set it on a high shelf in my closet away from the cats and wondering eyes No, it doesn't burn Touch it It feels like light should feel like a heart No, like a star It tickles Poke your finger inside Wriggle it around See? Makes you smile, don't it? I've been smiling since I found the thing and when I slept last night I dreamed of space and flying It scared me a little all those stars and planets all that acceleration I'm not a speedy man these days I've slowed down considerably these past five years Hey, you want it? Take it Take it home, play with it Close your eyes and dream No, really One night of light was enough for me Too much, probably And to be honest I'd just as soon not dream of stars again It only makes me wonder why it took so long to find a thing I thought I wanted but gave up on years ago (c)Michael Stephens
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