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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