semi-mysterious boomers
approach me in bookstores
meteor showers
surround my mind
turn the corner
in a chicago suburb
and look up
a drone is attacked
by a dragon tailed kite
the boomer hands me
some kind of tarnished badge
it offers passage
through a derelict
L stop turnstile
down to coral caves
on a midnight shore
i jump into
the opal waters
and float looking upward
i think how
sugar magnolia
never stopped playing
for the boomer
and for me
lifetimes roamed
in a drop of dew
i enter the caves
and forget time
and travel to
i don’t know where
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