i shot into the sky at the stars
i knew they weren't stars that they were planes
and that i didn't really have a gun
but it felt like something i had to do.
as i walked back things seemed to lighten
the less i thought about them. there was a long time
to get things done. the planes were in the sky. fish
were in their tanks, baseball was the national past time
i had little more to say on this. warm and cold fronts were moving
right at each other. something big was going to happen.
i could feel it. i could feel the cold too. it had a smell.