the day you were born
walden freeman
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on the day you were born
horns were blaring
each trumpet significant
each cloud ready to part
each painting a work of art
each park and each field green
each dawn a kaleidascope
each machine working
one trillion gnats, one trillion more
one trillion particles of light off the porch
angels and armies and arteries
highways, parkways, driveways in reverse
we see in our driver's side mirrors a church
a flaming brick oven of virtue
every t i've ever crossed has come back to haunt me
on the day you were born
i wasn't thinking about
the day you would die
but each day is new
each arm full of bone
each bone full of marrow
not as deep as the sorrow
the clouds are not ready
to part with one another
but the closer it comes
the more they cry
in reverse is how i live my life
dry eyes and wet lips
in the winter
a parade of shining white moonlit blue lawns
a suburb full of mosquitos
bite into the spoils
we won from the war on the day you were born
so scream like the fire alarms
that freed us from science
the drills we used to love
bundled up outside
cold air proves
we still knew how to breathe
and the day that we die
will we see it coming?
will it matter what we believe?
i wish you could tell me
i was sure you'd be alright on the day you were born
horns were blaring
each trumpet significant
each cloud ready to part
each painting a work of art
each park and each field green
each dawn a kaleidascope
each machine working
one trillion gnats, one trillion more
one trillion particles of light off the porch
angels and armies and arteries
highways, parkways, driveways in reverse
we see in our driver's side mirrors a church
a flaming brick oven of virtue
every t i've ever crossed has come back to haunt me
on the day you were born
i wasn't thinking about
the day you would die
but each day is new
each arm full of bone
each bone full of marrow
not as deep as the sorrow
the clouds are not ready
to part with one another
but the closer it comes
the more they cry
in reverse is how i live my life
dry eyes and wet lips
in the winter
a parade of shining white moonlit blue lawns
a suburb full of mosquitos
bite into the spoils
we won from the war on the day you were born
so scream like the fire alarms
that freed us from science
the drills we used to love
bundled up outside
cold air proves
we still knew how to breathe
and the day that we die
will we see it coming?
will it matter what we believe?
i wish you could tell me
i was sure you'd be alright on the day you were born
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Oh, and upon reading this, I think I'd like it better if I ended the second part with "we took home from the war on the day you were born." Don't know why I didn't think of it like that before. Oh well.