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March 13, 2020 at 6:34pm
March 13, 2020 at 6:34pm
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Jet
BY TONY HOAGLAND
Sometimes I wish I were still out
on the back porch, drinking jet fuel
with the boys, getting louder and louder
as the empty cans drop out of our paws
like booster rockets falling back to Earth


and we soar up into the summer stars.
Summer. The big sky river rushes overhead,
bearing asteroids and mist, blind fish
and old space suits with skeletons inside.
On Earth, men celebrate their hairiness,

and it is good, a way of letting life
out of the box, uncapping the bottle
to let the effervescence gush
through the narrow, usually constricted neck.


And now the crickets plug in their appliances
in unison, and then the fireflies flash
dots and dashes in the grass, like punctuation
for the labyrinthine, untrue tales of sex
someone is telling in the dark, though

no one really hears. We gaze into the night
as if remembering the bright unbroken planet
we once came from,
to which we will never
be permitted to return.
We are amazed how hurt we are.
We would give anything for what we have.


Love this part:

and it is good, a way of letting life
out of the box, uncapping the bottle
to let the effervescence gush
through the narrow, usually constricted neck.


You can feel it, can't you? That uncorking the bottle, the feel of it almost sighing in response to the release of pressure, going through that narrow, constricted neck. Bringing it to your lips, is it sweating? Is it slightly warmed? Is it incredibly chilled? Than the sounds all around you, the crickets, fireflies flashing their little lights and mating signs.

It feels like a July day.


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