The Impossible



You said, “I stopped
the car along Route 146,”
the girls were with you.
You said, “Other people
pulled off to the side of
the road,” you were not

The sun was setting to
the western sky, behind
you. You and all the
others stared at what
seemed impossible.

It was a large round disc,
perhaps oval, surrounded
by colored lights; all of
you remained – no one

The impossible hung in
the air – above the trees:
near the Knolls Atomic
Power Plant.

It was never on the news, and
no one reported it to the
newspapers. And, you
only talked once – to
a mouse.

Until one night you saw
the impossible – ran up
the stairs to tell me – to
show me exactly what
impossible – was.

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