beautiful orange

thorvald and the falling stones
do you remember that one?
out in the valley the air
stretches for miles and he flies
happy hopping proud strong fellow
smart eyes and practiced calm
he’s top of the world here
underneath it’s different
catastrophic physics and dark pools
quick-darting fluidists prowl
all day they leap in little splashes
a single day five thousand years
the sparkle and expanding universe
my friend the tilted slab
my ancient enemy in dark entrances
i leave spirit and buried treasure
the mortal edge smiled at me
halfway down the fly on the wall
recounted the drops and tumbles
stopped to eat a beautiful orange
and returned to the splendid year

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