Friday, April 8, 2011

Falling Man

i met a falling man
i passed him on the street
or i should say he passed me
he was on his way up
tumbling
righting himself
looking in windows
as he ascended
he shouted something
about red . . .
bones fell from the sky
a boy pointed
and a man in striped pajamas
reached from a window
to grab the falling man
but no one could bring him
back to the ground
i thought he might stop
at the 19th floor
but he didn’t
he righted himself again
i could see the bottoms
of his shoes
the sky took him
the stars made him lunch
by the time i reached the corner
he was having tea on the moon

1 comment:

Dan said...

I've always had a certain affinity for Dear Miss Luna.