Saturday, February 9, 2019

We have a heart for you to forget.

for Mia, February 7, 2019

    The mind makes its daily pilgrimage
    Through riff-raff moments. Then,
    Back into the caprice case to dream
    In a circle, a pony goes round.
    The circle's association: There's a center
    To almost everything but never
    Any certainty. Nothing is
    More malleable than a moment. We were
    Only yesterday breathing in a sea.
    Some summer sun
    Asked us over and over we went. The sand was hot.
    We were only yesterday tender hearted
    Waiting. To be something.
    A spring. And then someone says, Sit down,
    We have a heart for you to forget.
A mind to suffer
    With. So, experience. So, the circus tent.

from: February Elegy, Mary Jo Bang
image:Leonhard Kätzel, Journal of Nobody

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