Poem: Drala Lights | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
If I must die,
let it be by defenestration.

Throw me from the twenty-first story heights
of western knowledge,
of modern living,
of faith in science
into the mystic drala lights
that glimmer on the greener edges of this town.

May I savor every moment
and become a believer
on the way down.

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