Friday, February 24, 2017

An Uncommon Crowd (Day 36)

Photo: Paul Sableman

An Uncommon Crowd

An uncommon crowd 
crushed the town, 
taking care to explain 
his impertinent proposal.
We waited, leaden, ground 
to diamonds by the casual 
processions—silent circuses 
of nostalgic longing. 
Ice chimed against the rippling 
sidewalks. It was like this, 
they warned, and we hung 
on to the raveled edge 
of every magic carpet 
they unfurled, bound as we 
were by blood and spirit. Yes, 
we sighed, that was their world. 
And now? Heads bowed, we 
glowed, endowed with
phosphorescent wisdom,
ridiculous, assured. 
The darkness whispered: 
Neither moment matters.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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