Roswell

Maybe you were sent

to remind me of my belly

full of bold assertions,

or perhaps you were meant

to paint my dreams

such that I remember what I am.

You are part of what lies

beyond the here,

and now I've found a circle.

Maybe the aliens burnt you in the dirt,

fueling you with enough evidence

that I believe you.

Gentle Readers, today is the anniversary of the Roswell thing, so I give you my perennial-favorite poem. "Roswell" was published in my first book, Responsive Pleading, which can be purchased via Amazon or directly from yours truly.