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Race The Sun

from Beyond The Gate by Henry Crook Bird

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You’d never catch her dead disheveled
She wore her buttons brassed and beveled
Air host, Continental, Houston bound
And this land that cradles yours and mine
Is home to hers just part of the time
Close the gate, by god, she’s leaving the ground

Up there time’s a foregone end
They can race the sun and nearly win
Every touchdown’s another one, amen, born again
The doctor slumps down on the lawyer man’s chest
One village meets another and they’re all headed west
Ninety bolts of lightning striking this sliver of time

Stuffed in the corner of your every beck and command
Call her the shepherd of limbo with a seltzer in her hand
Lie down tender ones, you’re all bound to see it through

Tucked back in and settled
Hardly ten grand to the level
Front end locked and sterile, final circle in
But like a wave the fleet descended
Left the gates on ground congested
They’ll be stuck up above and waiting, holding again

So out the porthole barely blinking
She watches Houston slowly sinking
As the city churns on unthinking, paying no mind
And as the Earth calls out demanding
That inevitable act of landing
Upon further reflection, it suits her just fine

Up there time’s a foregone end
They can race the sun and nearly win
Every touchdown’s another one, amen, born again

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from Beyond The Gate, released June 12, 2022

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