"Antares" by Damian Rucci
It could just be the drugs
but I think we found innocence tonight
in the parking lot
in front of your house
watching the Antares Rocket
from your phone become a shooting star
across a Jersey sky
we waved to the spaceship
becoming alien in the Cassiopeia
of autumn lights
I think of my youth chasing daylight
along the beaches of the Bayshore
your smile reminds me of then
and I think maybe home
isn't a place but a series of moments
when you feel less alone
*previously published in the former lives of saints
(emp, 2017)