Damien 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 the 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