(fragments / inscriptions)
• A boomerang,
not thrown away
but back.
• The city sang in armor.
Metal learned our names.
• A true-dream:
Judy and I
held by return.
• Sacred instrument –
its only proof
was coming back.
• Human autumn,
1978:
air thinning, lives possible.
• Zero-ground,
grown wild
between roads.
• Highways as choirs.
Tires chanting.
• Bridges arched
like futures
that never arrived.
• Motet.
Liturgy.
Revelation.
• We lived
only while
it returned.
• The sky kept it.
The sky gave it back.
• To be
was to wait
for the curve.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-01-11 at 14:19
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In Dallas We Had A Boomerang (III)
• A boomerang,
not thrown away
but back.
• The city sang in armor.
Metal learned our names.
• A true-dream:
Judy and I
held by return.
• Sacred instrument –
its only proof
was coming back.
• Human autumn,
1978:
air thinning, lives possible.
• Zero-ground,
grown wild
between roads.
• Highways as choirs.
Tires chanting.
• Bridges arched
like futures
that never arrived.
• Motet.
Liturgy.
Revelation.
• We lived
only while
it returned.
• The sky kept it.
The sky gave it back.
• To be
was to wait
for the curve.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-01-11 at 14:19
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