My Head is Not a Clown Car
By Brent Goodman
On television:
The sky!
My chair-side book pile
tipped into a spill –
the new stray chews
on buddha’s raised
wooden hand.
Between lives I hope to gain
a fresh perspective on revision.
The heart attack this year
was my first helicopter flight.
Inside my chest
I carried a dark red star
over the trees.
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