Sweet Aftershock


The blue sky remained outside

immediately afterward,

the crowded room changed faces

immediately afterward.

The reckoning, a personal march

of emotion, that enigma of the true human spirit

that weathers the test of chance remained

immediately afterward.

Without memory we cannot recall

the demon or sprite, faery or ogre,

attached to our limbs, our mind’s image

of a different time, a sweeter time,

an all too familiar reality

we sometime give greater credence

in the spirit of fantasy, a nostalgic trip,

than society might ever allow.

If then, when, while we recognize time,

we pass eyes with fond memory,

perhaps going forward,

our lives do rejoice in the spirit of …



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