The Good You Say
by Vyt Bakaitis
Colors faded with assorted voices
that was when I first closed my eyes
and the blur was astonishing
The next thing that happened
before it had ever been
the first news the war had ended
and not been there either
that the sun the moon the stars kept me spellbound
and that had been the one wish
only to tear the letter with the invitation
open with my teeth
new ponds the fish no longer swim in
while coins devalue as they sink in the brine
slow–motion spin
with the sun no longer
losing its sheen