Friday, July 15, 2011
Day 318
6:37 pm; 12:00 am
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fake (gold)
–
you there, with the yellow skin,
you must be
the enemy
we
wish
to
protect
………………..yes
………………..go on in
we will let you
out
some. day.
(she
had no idea
when)
jump ahead
to the end
every day, fast forward
imagine
past
blank paper walls,
past
hollow husband face,
past wild children eyes,
past
rotting, uprooted leaf, branch, trunk and,
root,
past
the metal gate that once repelled,
then beckoned back,
past
the ghost home on the ghost street
in the ghost’s town,
past
the first weeds
and the broken shovel
past
a hand-me-down
life
for decades,
pass beyond
the decades
she went
about by looking on
ahead
then
some. day.
the government rang
sent for her and
the last of those
her age, again
this time,
now,
you are a
friend
………………..yes.
………………..come on in.
an apology
represented
by one knee, a check,
and a heavy
gold (look)
bracelet
it must be worth
so much
money, she said
the best city
in the world, in the world,
thank you thank you thank you
they put her back
on the plane,
both sides of the wing smiling
this memory is the one she
would keep,
money to the children,
bracelet to one
lucky
granddaughter,
the only
one
left with a frown linked to
a cheap
metal chain lump
in her hand, Avon brand
hey, she liked
their lotion
well enough
not the fancy-acting,
heavy weight dangle,
passing lies
linked to
an old lady’s
undeniable grin,
so for Bachan
and no one else,
by and by,
it remains
their
treasure, nevertheless
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tkk
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