NEXT STOPA Poem by Mockingbird
an airtight smile
loiters on her empty face. at first it transfixes then perplexes the beholder. she sits amidst crowded pews listening to closing doors and bells of departures compelled to run away from an eventual past. a phantom destiny lies beyond this foreclosed present. armed with valuable nothings she chooses a car to anywhere as a random map unfolds to unknown destinations. ferries and trains or the kindness of strangers there's always some place else to go. but there is solace in the usual haunt away from pursuers away from the rain. bed and breakfast and little yellow pills from the men in white coats who know her so well. she goes through the motions she's been there before til she gladly leaves for the next destination. © 2014 Mockingbird |
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