Close planes (toys, ideas)

far planes (so minor do you mind)

and seagulls, the size between,

they go as gentlemen

no one rushes them,

in and out of dens,

no one holds them up, with sticks,

no one hung them there, on invisible lines,

wheels tucked, feet tucked,

pasted on

the same air

the only air we have,

what we all must share, that sky,

with cement, painted on with the brush

that’s fastened in the lid of the jar,

the sky is flat,

they guzzle tinkly

metal pin tunes

when at home

and when out

turn them

out from inside themselves.

Image: “Roofs and Sky,” Louis Lozowick, Metropolitan Museum of Art.



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