Today's poem is by J.L. Conrad

Miracle Town
        in which everything is cast aside

We choose, for instance, to take off our skins. Our bones sheltering the soft animals of our organs. In the white light of a winter moon, we parade together, bandying about. Some carry flags. Others have stitched small triangles of cloth together to form a banner. A word that comes to mind is festoon. Another is shimmy. We make our way out not knowing the way back. Together the bones of our feet chatter. The city a long knife lying between two blue eyes. The city a bridge we take toward an after in which we will have learned, as it turns out, nothing. Wind blows itself out against our foreheads. Flags flap on their slender poles. The moon like a coin on the lid of each closed eye.

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from A World in Which
Terrapin Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission