
if this place could speak
of the music, earthquake, round table
history’s witness
true luxury,
not available for purchase:
time to just be
The car crash barely left enough of you
for them to identify your remains,
and yet to me, the city is filled with traces of you.
*
**
***
We know how it began and when,
and if we’re honest we could have nipped it in the bud had we opposed them then
(the price we pay for saving our skin).
***
**
*
We can’t see where I’m going, they complained.
It’s better that way, I wanted to reply
but instead, I said they had nothing to fear.
Stylus & tablet? Shiny, yeah.
I’d rather you gave me pen & sketchbook,
though, and let me make indelible mistakes.
seasons arrived on time
we roamed without adult supervision
the future would only get brighter
she’s changed her hair –
so why
does she feel the same?
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