Whisked away,
In a dark unknown.
Long fingers pull us out.
Scrutinize.
We’re unlaced,
Laced again,
Step by step we thud against the ground.
White turns to gray,
Soles become worn,
Laces tattered.
Eventually we become,
D i s c a r d e d.
Posted in response to the challenge Witness.
I rest on
The stiff wooden bench
With a view of the lake.
I scroll on my phone,
Oblivious.
I then look to the heavens,
But see little there,
Just endless ribbons of cloud
Strung over blue.
Around and around,
Plunging downward,
Soaring.
Floating,
Just for a moment.
A bird,
Lost in ecstasy,
Unaware of the coming end.
Slowing, drifting down,
We stop.
I hear about all the things he does,
But what can I do?
Signs,
Bumper stickers,
Voices,
Celebrate the end.
For democracy,
Our country,
Ukraine,
the LGBTQIA2+ community,
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