One Poem by Franco Cardiello


Spinning out of control or just in orbit
I don’t belong to an atmosphere
And you don’t know what to call it

I stare through my window at the horizon
The sun may be setting – the moon may be falling
Maybe my bedroom is rising

Aliens in foresight
I pray to survive the fall
In hopes of being a meteorite

Ions and eons in my rearview
Hope to crash land on your planet
From space I can hear you

Both flying and falling can free you
You’re alienated
From deep space I can see you

You catch me flying, but I hold you up higher
Don’t blame me for missing, crashing and burning
For I am just a meteor


After growing up in the juvenile justice system, Franco became a licensed social worker. He counsels teenagers and teaches creative writing in New York City juvenile jails.

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