boomerang

summer, the season of exercising the power

the steam

the jet streaming light

that you are, that you've become

aglow in your fury...

two and a half months of 74 days of so many waking moments

of where am i? what am i? how will i make it to tonight?

landscapes a blur of urban cradles, mazey mountains,

skirting the city at night, pant pant not stopping to look back

run to the mountains only to make it out of the forest, onto a clear-skied peak

look a distance

and suddenly decide to jump, landing back in city dumpster -- what!

constant migration,

all heads attuned to the wind

and all noses noticing rain

everyday a question

some nights, in the trance induced by dark and slurs and stars, an answer

funny how we wait for it too

maybe tonight will be the one

the moon the musician, look how we dance

take one of these, look at me in the morning

hi

flash forward, turn the page

enter stage south, back in the city

except san francisco is not what it used to be

the growing pains have already started

my furs

and feathers

are growing in

my eyes more designed to see in the dark

are we so domesticated like our own pups that we'd not stand a chance at a night in the wild?

not i said the fox

this time we survive

happy birthday

welcome to your life