the sour song show no.19


He dreamt that night

that without warning

the earth’s magnetic pull let go,

as a boy lets go a kite,

to watch it careen untethered.

He and the people in the street

began to rise ever so slowly,

ever so gently,

and it happened so suddenly

that nobody had

time to be afraid or to comprehend

the gravity of the situation.

Thousands of feet

into the atmosphere,

he looked back toward

the receding globe,

a blue Christmas ornament now,

diminishing, finishing.

So fragile, so exquisite,

he thought.

I lived there once

and would give my very soul

to go back.