maryjane swears that maybe planets don’t spin

11 Jun

cotton weeds floating through space this time of year
looking like pill capsules exploded into extra terrestrial furries;
just roaming around in steady flight;
high or low;
an albatross cruise in excess of 15 kilometers, maybe faster;
just checking out the different scenes;
in the backs of apartment complexes,
between the cars at shopping mall parking lots.
sometimes landing on public swimming pool water;
sometimes on people’s bare shoulders and
sometimes stuck on a branch outside a bedroom window.
horizontal, diagonal, up or down
so many of them,
sometimes ducking  behind the church
or trapped in a bus cabin,
to sleep I guess,
to sleep sometimes forever or until winter and then another spring
and morphing into something else.

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