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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Indian Song

by Randy Boone

I flew above the universe last night
  believing in most of what I saw,
  abstractions blurred by ozone,
  stars a million miles near.

In space you can do anything.
A gopher once told me that.

I tried to sing a requiem,
                in falsetto,
  and conjure faith from
     bandaged fingertips.

I learned atop the universe
  never to trust in gophers,

  never to doubt my song.

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