Chicano Poet

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Is Time A Wave Or A Particle?

It’s a beautiful
Hawaiian morning,
the ocean

is blue like
a crayon.

the bombs
start falling
like huge hail

out of the Texas skies.
The blackness
of tornadoes

spreads throughout
the harbor.
The fires

look like lightning.
The funnels
of water

rise to the clouds,
and even now, two planes
head towards New York City.


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