Big Window

a quick glimpse of something beautiful

Race Car, Race Car by Ryo Yamaguchi

I want to jump the roof, red and yellow and purple and green, where my heart
steams its sweet whistles, dear me, dearest, and with curlicues, this strike-up
band. One day, two days, three days, four. Big head on a little body.


I climb a tree like this, and like this I fly in the sun. And I can sing,
but also, a chair I can sit in the grass, that would be the color of grass.
My song is the color of grass. Come hear me. Grass song. Marble in the grass.


In the window the rain laps; my eyes, gray; the rain and the window
and the night, come on; the lamp at the end of the yard.
I cannot go from the window; against the window, millions of fish.


Night has many stages, some of them a terror. I speak so I am sure
it is me. The cars on the wets roads; the headlamps on the church.
Some nights make up for several days. I have so much strength inside of me.


I put a mattress on my head. I put Mittens on the mattress because she is
a queen. Night has many stages, so Mittens sits herself tall, so
she keens, and we go out to let all the neighbors know our misery.


But I feel the doctors here, who are of the night, their moon coats and the
white dust of their hair. Their arms are thin as sleeves, and they grow and snake
and tangle and pulse and fill my room. Soon I will be a man.


Race car, race car, where do you go? Red and yellow and purple and green.
I want the parade too; I want the tin walk, the candy band; I want the candy to explode
around my head, to stall in its candy bloom, each piece whispering its hello.

by Ryo Yamaguchi

published in Word For/Word

Naskart by sister7s via flickr

photo by sister72 a.k.a. Jackie on flicker


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