The Strip

by James Joseph Brown

These lights can be seen from the moon                              No one’s there to notice  

There are deserts on either side of the night sky                  One’s getting hard to breathe in  

Look up                                                                                  the mote of dust on your telescope


Is a voyager signaling

do not resuscitate

            return to sender

in case

this message

            is lost




this      flickering beam


of light                                with            me


It scorches clouds


leaves                   heat &





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