The boy-girl does not know
he has the best of all worlds
physical anatomy
makes a world ruler
with a heart of
an angel
the looks of David
He can not ignore
the perils of his life
they are
glaringly real
on this subject
he and I
do not speak in
riddles
or pretend
Danger surrounds
him
but little red
ribbons are a banner
not a solution
not a cure
He often
reminisces of friends passed
but, here, the
highlights of their lives
are lovingly stitched into quilted blankets
covering DC like
a dirge gone rampant
There are no
merry songs played here
just the soft,
quiet of names whispered
and shouted
at his ears
A sea of
glittering candles
illuminating the
dark
will not bring one back
I can not get
into his mind here
he is closed for the season
Sandra L. Hazley
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