Thursday, November 10, 2016

November 9, 2016; a Poem by Mike Foldes

November 9, 2016

This morning a new team
Took over management
Of the known universe –
And so their arrows flew.

Last night a boy woke up
In the middle of the night
Screaming: A dead goose
Had fallen from his sky.

Intangible limps along.
When Tangible reigns.
But can Tangible
Be preserved forever?

The sun rose in the East
Today, it’s hydrogen light
Glowing red in the belly
Of opaque clouds.

A familiar aesthetic, invisible
Now to dream eyes blinking.
And the child asks her teacher,
“If not here, then where?”

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Mike Foldes is the founder and managing editor of Ragazine, an online literary magazine. He is also the author of "Sleeping Dogs, A true story of the Lindbergh baby kidnapping," and "Sandy: Chronicles of a Superstorm," with artist Christine Devereaux." 
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