short story

“dance”

i think i slipped
i fell like flowers tossed
marbles spilled
children’s laughs left
somewhere
in faint memories
but then I found
a gentle hand
and flowers turned
to lush gardens
and marbles changed
to childhood games
and the faint laughs
to something real:

a thousand smiles
of yours

“worry”

may i laugh
like cannons shot
a hundred firecrackers
set off in blaze
and spice
a steady roll of
rivers thrown
over cool stone
a dozen
bubbles blown
and burst
at once

can i stumble
break free
find somehow
a silly tune
and sing in spite
of flaming notes
dancing on
these shying cheeks

should i not turn
away
when music plays
a song i love

i found a candy
how sweet

and forgot
it

somewhere
where i will not
find again

“ghost”

this place
i knew before
lay bare, exposed
the light struck dead
where shadows played

i saw
cigarettes
the smoke that filled
a cold clear night
gasped away

i heard whispers
a laugh, a grin
some dance, a tale
spain thirty years ago

short story:
the band was gone.

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