friends float freely in
mental ponds filled
with memories soon
to be forgotten when
loyalties linger
undisturbed after
decades of isolation;
cages gilded with
sad stories sit on the
doorstep of fantasy,
optimism halts its
production, borders
skate home after the
storm of showers,
falling perilously
close to the end of
time here on earth;
youth hold onto its
self after nightmares
rearrange thoughts,
nailed down to the
floors after falling off
hanger of hope, left
over from yesterday's
rally in the square,
and all the uninvited
guests sold their causes
to nonprofit charities.
August 17, 2025
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