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One Day


 

Yesterday, I lost time.

It sprinted away from me in neon light-up sneakers

And I ran the race,

But didn’t win.

 

I created something beautiful.

I devoted pain to art, and danced for only myself.

Immersed in supreme pleasure, I strained each muscle,

Reaching for perfection contrary to realism,

And truly lived.

 

I was torn away, and I startled

Back into the world.

My words escaped me, and

Trampled and trounced and trashed.

I’m sorry.

 

I looked for the moon, and found it

In the sky.

Why can’t I belong up there? Free

Like a firefly, sweet

Like a cherry popsicle, beautiful

Like Easter lilies, strong

Like jazz trumpets, loved

Like eternal summer.

 

In the shower, I washed the day

Down the drain.

I scrubbed and bubbled away,

Until I could see myself again.

And as the moon rose,

I slipped under smooth, cool sheets

Wishing for tomorrow to come.

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