Foreign
Poem
Heart’s on a plane
That folded in two
Make you know my name
It’s foreign to you
Heart’s on a plane
And I’d no clue
It’s crashing again
Into the foreign blue
Alive is the man
Who burns into
Ashes and sand
At the rendezvous
Between the cracks
And the holes, too
At will, he stands back
And sees both views
Eager minds make
Eagers hearts take
Every part of
Every mistake
Considerate eyes,
Cigarette ash,
Stumbling back,
And crashed upon
And on and on and on again
The priests were in shame
And the old nuns knew
The reason for their name
Was foreign, too
It’s always the same
Time, she remains
Searching for a miracle
Well, isn’t it nice to
Feel the light through
My morning window
It’s nice to know
That it goes on and on again
On and on and on again
On and on and on again
On and on and on again
more by SANDY DODGE
photograph by Elijah Hail
