Friday, October 10, 2014

carnival


unable
to will himself young
again
yet he imagined
his reflection
in those laughing eyes
as her contemporary

language was
no impediment to this conversation
with eyes telling where words were too timid to go
as heartbeats, palpitations
of emotion, of discovery
crossed continents like crossing a street

but once he saw
his own warped reflection
in the curve of a wineglass
like a laughable distortion
in a carnival mirror

the razor-sharp teeth of reality
stripped this dream to the bone

Barry DeCarli
October 4, 2014
On Swiss Air Flight #052 Zurich to Boston

©2014 Barry DeCarli


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