When others talk, they talk about people
because they know people.
I talk about clouds
and I think that’s the difference between us.

While they keep their minds
on the realities of the world,
my eyes keep drifting up
in a daydream daze.

Because I’m still wondering
if that firebird I saw flying into the sun
the week before the Iraq war
meant something.

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