The little you–what’s
left of you–laid on top of
every you you dreamed.
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The little you–what’s
left of you–laid on top of
every you you dreamed.
Vacation feeling–
death’s not here, its multitude
of formats unknown.
commercial airplane
paced by glowing cigar
30,000 feet
students on spring break
independently report
looming pie-shaped craft
three truckers report
red elliptical objects
hovering above
man shoots pistol at
bright object circling his car
misses, passes out
two men are fishing
lusterless craft in the sky
pulls them up inside
bright cone-shaped object
glides leisurely through the trees
hunters astonished
physics professor
daughters, dogs on camping trip
huge disc flashes by
glowing craft descends
into eucalyptus trees
cats in a circle
How plenty sneaks up
on you while you’re waiting for
enough to arrive.