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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