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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