I Saw Your Face Up There by Kyle Kacza

The boy taught himself to remember
the day next, he’d be an oracle inside
before without and the final say comes;
I don’t remember.
The world favored the sun first:
I’ll never be jealous of anything.
Yet there might never be sleep.
A massive coiling cloud
of grackles raked the parkinglot
while the sun wept away for hours
past the skyline,hemispheres deepen:
a pink heart in the bottom of the sky.
And you, the one great soul,
you slid up the dusk and made your image
on the world as easy as a spill.


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