In my small town,
high school students with a three point O
get to walk in the Founder’s Day parade.
They show up late because they walk in the back.
Her mother kept her tethered.
It was a long cord,
a slinky-cord from a phone.
The maximum diameter was one point five miles.
I was thrown into the building
where all of the art ever created was stored.
It felt like a big crash, a big explosion, bright white,
but really I just bounced off the wall.
stillfugue 
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on June 18, 2011 - 12:25 pm
My word. What a huge building. Seriously, I often felt my personal world contained all the misfortune of the world. That was selfishly self centered and now I see there is misfortune enough for everyone else too. For some reason that is no consolation.
#2 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:19 am
Yes, we learn that we are not alone. Consolation is somewhere…Thanks for the comment.
#3 by pattisj on June 18, 2011 - 2:34 pm
“maximum diameter one point five miles” I love that, Carl.
#4 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:20 am
Thank you, Patti. I appreciate your comment.
#5 by Kay Camden on June 18, 2011 - 9:45 pm
Was that your reaction to all the art, or its reaction to you?
#6 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:21 am
My inability to crack the code. I’ll keep trying. Thanks for commenting.