What more appropriate response is there
but to shake hands with strangers
and puff puff puff to join the growing cloud overhead
until friends.
Strange to see people stop.
Lawn chairs on sidewalks,
camera phones at intersections--
This is not Icarus falling unnoticed in the corner of a painting,
this is sublime.
It calls for stuffed backpacks, like disguised treasure chests,
ten minutes to realize everything that you could live without,
two-dollar strawberries on frozen yogurt,
futons and friends
who raise with thankful hands
the pizza crust,
the wine in the plastic cup.
"This is celebrating." we agree,
while behind us ash falls
and flowers suck up supergrow.
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