POETRY

FOOL!

photo by the author

Your memories are no help to you now
Look! Call! Plead! Beg!
They’ll never come
Like trying to touch your own fingertips in a mirror

Your imagination can be washed out by a good rain and that future you’re aiming at? You think you’re the shooter? Hah!

You’re the target!

This leaves you exactly here
Exactly now

There is nothing else for you
Watch the cars, watch the trains
Your lesson awaits you there