has narrowed to these tightrope days
I lean out over to peer down into the abyss
where any night might see the end
of the movie and I’ll still be sitting
here remarking on the rudeness
of so sudden strange and unresolved
a mystery posing as a documentary
a frequently misguided ruse
the contemporary cinematographer
misapplies to lived experience
but then I could only laugh at
several dragon-garbled captions
in the first black and white reels
and only now am I remembering
how I found myself running
to meet my mother who
turned out to be a streetcar
heading toward the sun
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