“The Reason We Never Change”
I was born falling
From the tree on a hill.
Surrounded by concrete,
Ghosts and television news reporters.
A city full of never-coulds and never-dids,
Down that hill I tumbled
On an angry desert wind.
Neatly dressed in a pressed suit and
A yellow silk tie. The ocean roars, subsides.
Some man high on sugar shot the mayor in city hall,
An earthquake tore a hole in the ground a thousand miles wide.
I am red with October’s rebellious rage,
I am golden. I am saved.
It’s quiet now
But don’t trust the silence, the still.
Like a long fist kiss by the pool
It’s here and gone.
Press it in a book and keep it in your breast pocket.
While I was floating, I lost it
Between bed sheets and broken window panes.
Just a leaf
Floating toward the drain.
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