out of the fireworks
comes disappointment
out of the fire
we all walk to the aisle
of disillusionment
the old man with the cane
that came
to shop for fruits
and dropped his bag
amongst the flowers
never again to sing
to the moon
another tail in the distance
we'd be remiss to waste
a kiss that will not bloom
a flower that will not consume
and you
broken like waves
on rocks
discounted for predatory flocks
in june
in white veils
that drape contusions
with bruises left over from a dream
a date with destiny
hammered steel,
coal black
blank reflections
in faces of the mill
made real
and hands that came
with secrets to steal
that went off the rails
when we still believed
quality, qualified then quiet
a gift forgiven, some quintessential tragedy
delivered
in an instant
the white flash
and static.
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