When you look down
what is there?
You are a walking bag of surgical instruments
shining from the inside out
and that’s just
Tomorrow it could be different
When I think of the childhood inside me I think of sunlight dying on
The voices of my friends
in the sunlight
All of us running around
Copyright © 2009 Michael Dickman
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