Day 4,004 Odyssey

Her journey
beyond his
predicting the world
will end breaks

down moments
before she sees
a pigeon die

in the street. Before
Americana loses
its eighth

meaning. But not before
she gets to dance
away his blues

on a boulevard. Cut
down the middle,
she would never murder

rabbits in anyone’s
garden. And he can
respect that—even if
he owns a gun.

Into the Waiting

Blue, red, and green
lights flash behind
a translucent airport wall. I won’t touch

but will imagine
how it might feel
to be so powerful—creating waves

and particles
in all shapes
and sizes. I can almost see through

this flat space. Almost
hear your safe voice again.