and all those other things that happened in
Texas. This one small world is vast enough
for what I want to say. Forget the way she
smiled as you were leaving; her eyes are
lies no one has ever learned to tame. Forget
the loss, the brilliant bullied cost of wonder
-ing what else this moon might etch upon
her face. Forget the towers; the way they fell,
no Rapunzel hair to save them. Forget the
wars the cries the long and tangled dying and
the way the world keeps trying to save her
-self the wrong way. Forget the tears, the fears
the blood and sweat and stain. Forget the
fight. The flight is all that matters in the end.
Prompted by Poetic Asides.