The Parade

One September night

We took off running,

Leaving behind what we had been doing,

Casting aside all thought of what we should do.

We heard about the parade and,

With the wildness of deep youth,

We ran for it.

Laughing, cutting corners,

We dodged through the crowd

As if it existed for our sport.

It never occurred to us

That we could lose each other-

That we could be separated or get lost.

We were of one will –

We could feel that

All the way down.

That was yesterday

At the parade.

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