Today the sky is a repeated chorus: How can I make us softer
When everyone is screaming/When everyone is dying?

The sky is frightened by everything, so I tell it, I love you,
If that means
anything.
I do my coo coo coos to the sky.
I buy a carrier pigeon and wrap a thinking of you card
Around its left leg. I send the pigeon to the heart
Of the sky. I warn it not to fly too close to the sun.
The pigeon doesn’t listen.
Now I don’t have a pigeon.
Jericho is crumbling and we haven’t even hit the bridge yet.
My future daughter is scared of the monster under her bed.
I tell her to just keep looking up, to keep looking as we keep
Floating, that even monsters are scared of heights.

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