POETRY
Flight to Morrow
Sepia
snapshot, edges bent.
Three young
women pose by local airport,
smiling,
innocent, long coats, dated hats.
Two will
ride back home
to safe and
sensible lives. The third,
her
chrysalid courage transmuted
to a fine
recklessness (by her faith in goodness,
happy
endings,) will fly into the searing
flame of
her passion, only to founder
in swamps
of loneliness,
ponds of
despondency, at last in a sea
of
degradation, her reckless heart faltering
and sinking
to stone depths.
*
Until her
sepia courage, wakened
by the flap
and scream of life,
will rise,
a hungry tide, to the surface
and carry
her to the shore of almost-old age.
There, on a
vivid island of fulfillment
and
achievement, she will, at last, reach
a winged
joy that her old friends
will long
since have slid past, if indeed
they are
blessed enough to ever encounter its equal.
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