Thursday, October 27, 2011

forgetting.

you cannot recall seeing over the wall,

nor have you ever been the answer

a crushed segment in a collective quandary

slouching into self deprecating defenses

warily worn like semiprecious stones

dulled by the wind and perpetual seasons

the cyclical flurries of mitigation are

perched near your jaw, positioning for flight

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in the end you will succumb, forgetting

the opened window and the sky

reduced to paroxysm, you will postulate

blocking both the entrance and the exit

panicking, you hope the door is left unlocked

though you wear the key against your chest

© october 2011 heather brager