Poem: Swirling

Swirling

We are swirling
turning in top-tabled towns
And we spin, spin,
dancing in past paper gowns

And the echo
of faint footsteps falling
and curt cattails calling
The summer air over there
where
did we go?

We kick up the glitter dust
with our Achilles’ heels
And we wind our way ‘round
like a set of cartwheels

And we whirl,
wooden birds, we take a dive,
pictures all prepared to glide
Paper airplanes,
folded with creases and
lines in between us
and cracks inside

Our tiptoes are light as a
stack of matchsticks,
And we construct cake-castles with
a series of clicks
As we build up the walls,
the castle, it leans
and we fill up the moats with
good gasoline—

We’ve got a flare there,
burning in cinders so
slow that it lingers, oh
tingling across all our times
here.

We are swirling
turning in top-tabled towns
And we spin, spin,
‘til we will take the dive down

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