Left
forgotten on car roofs.
In minutes,
you are miles away,
The missing
cups, the only truths.
Our lives
erode unnoticed,
Like river
banks that wash away.
The currents
are unrelenting,
Sand bags
and faith, keep naught at bay.
Bravely we step
forward,
Another
march, continued on…
Suddenly I’m
Ringling Brothers;
One last
parade, the elephants gone.
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