Science
Film
Summers greens and blues
Crème brulee shoulder
A pillow for the blush
Of a cheek when you fell
Asleep on that autumn
drive
Through the tunnel of
trees
Up from Harbor
Springs
Imperial Red 1984
Mercedes SL ragtop
Coughing blue smoke
Straddling the yellow
line
On the tightest curves
Relentless color that
makes
Me long for black and
white
Grade school reel to reel
Science films run through
Rackety post war projectors
Motes of chalk dust
dancing
In cones of flickering
light
The Can-Do voice-overs
Men who wore pie plate headphones
Slick with Brylcreem
Landfills of Lucky Strike
Butts spilling over the
lips
Of ashtrays - half a pack
per take
Fueled by black coffee
Backed with a bump, to a
man
Hugh Downs wannabes
To some second rate Jack
Paar
In some Mid-Atlantic
market.
Leaves school in binary
shimmer
On the eternal summer
breeze that
Blows through our film, whether
An introduction to
photosynthesis or
The metamorphosis of butterflies,
it hardly
Matters to you in gingham
or me
In dungarees, platinum
hair whipping
About our faces, sky a
china white
Behind ivory billows of
cumulus clouds
Framed forever dimpled
and laughing
Milkweed exploding from
our fingers like secrets
Shared in alabaster sign
language.
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