It's almost Halloween

Poem written at 29 thousand feet
Adam Clay

When you laugh your knees
shake and I can feel like

a joke unfolding
then crashing into

itself, a wave of noise
but silent from the inside

view. I wish you
had been there with us

watching the mountains
and drinking beer in

October. Lucky for us,
the mountains won’t

go anywhere, but we will
or we did, and we’ll go

back to the mountains
and drink beer on the hood

of Brandon’s car again
and I will shoot an arrow

straight up into the sky,
tear a hole in it,

and wait for the arrow
to make the type of sound

an arrow shot
into the sky should.