Under the Suburbian Sky

a small boy travels with backpack out

past the last subway stop. dark green

shrubbery on the knoll & places backpack

under the sky, just before the moon, a stone’s throw

from his head to dream, but indeed he can

dream a brave new world, new angles

where he not subset to human. but human

in the universe, on the right angle of god

perhaps everywhere else too, dark green

shrubbery moving alongside earth’s rotation

just before the moon. & under the sky the small boy thinks free

with earth, with all things spiritual:

the sea spray the box elder, just before the moon

october’s gentle winds whisper come back home

inhale a new kind of individual but not

really an individual, a human being

under a canopy of falling stars wonderfully

hard to center, a universal free & good.