bonne chance de lycee
some trust the tarot
or the feel
of a new tattoo
or messages that seem
to descend
to a higher form
all figures
all for show
once love one
love's master
as when overcoming
her resistance
the way she wanted
beautiful ambient light
of the end of days
like a limb
I never had
that still felt
like it was missing
Copyright © 2014 by Buck Downs. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 25, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.