Falling is good falling is fun falling is
natural it will kill you some day today
South San Francisco is fog-ended through
the morning but the afternoon will break
deep and clear like you always get
at least once an autumn even
though it’s August and it’s warm it’s
autumn just the same.
You’ve seen these skies before broken
only by fighter jets screeching circles
around the city smoking on its end
beauty is woven into everything
horrible maybe so we know to let it in.
“The model could be throttled back” someone
says on the conference call poets unaware