By chris
Date: 2006 Aug 25
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black sky, white smoke

there's a kind of sadness
we carry with us these days
maybe because
all this has to end
maybe because the sky is usually
blue enough here to break a heart
maybe because I just don't know
maybe because pluto's not a planet
anymore
and in all likelihood it doesn't
care
It's up there somewhere right now
shining down on me
one pinpoint among thousands -
white and small and
unaware

So on break during class tonight
I call you on my cell
just to hear your voice
maybe because
the black clouds came in earlier
with the wind
and it sounded like the end
of the world
for about five minutes
but I step out later to see
that no rain had fallen
and take out the phone
which I keep in a leather case
meant to hold a pack of cigarettes
bought in another country
not all that far away