Friday, January 16, 2015

16 January 2015

Last night
when the carousel was all lights and music
the horses were wild and just about
to break free
your sensibilities were stretched
and what was wanted seemed the same as what was needed
for once.
This morning
when everything has snapped back
the horses are made of wood
and it's not just that the words are different
but the sound of the words
the sound of no words
is not the same
and you don't know if it will hurt less
to chase it
or ignore it
or bury it with full military honors
so that when they hand you the folded up triangle flag
you can stand there blinking back tears for a few moments
and no one will think it's unusual.

2 comments:

  1. "and you don't know if it will hurt less
    to chase it
    or ignore it
    or bury it with full military honors" = perfection

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  2. Thank you for reading and commenting Lil, as always.

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