The Poet Laureate instructed me through the radio to join the parade and find poetry there.
I knew I should, but couldn't, because I'd been stuffed and sealed inside a rain barrel
upside down, calorically deprived, despairing of discovery.
I saw pictures of myself accidentally locked in a basement, standing in my underwear,
holding a basket of freshly dried clothes as the parade proceeded along the street above.
The cheers and shadows of marching legs passed over me.
Maybe I was high in the power lines, too afraid to look down, the
sound of bass drums and tubas below. Sweat dripped from my nose -
a straining apprentice, with one end of a heavy cable in each hand.
The journeyman, having climbed down to retrieve a forgotten tool
quite some time ago, told me not to let go no matter what happened.
Meanwhile, the parade passes away, the crowd leaves, night falls, sweat drips.
I knew I should, but couldn't, because I'd been stuffed and sealed inside a rain barrel
upside down, calorically deprived, despairing of discovery.
I saw pictures of myself accidentally locked in a basement, standing in my underwear,
holding a basket of freshly dried clothes as the parade proceeded along the street above.
The cheers and shadows of marching legs passed over me.
Maybe I was high in the power lines, too afraid to look down, the
sound of bass drums and tubas below. Sweat dripped from my nose -
a straining apprentice, with one end of a heavy cable in each hand.
The journeyman, having climbed down to retrieve a forgotten tool
quite some time ago, told me not to let go no matter what happened.
Meanwhile, the parade passes away, the crowd leaves, night falls, sweat drips.
*sigh* Been there.
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