Doug Roy, Secret Spot, Cut Paper
On the regimented life
The grains of sand
in the hourglass
think they’re so special.
Some gaudy clothes
(a little purple dye)
and a fine glass house
will do that for you.
When the market’s hand
comes
watch them fall
as if there were an
economic force
akin to gravity.
When the giant eye
squints at the glass
see their hurried pride
as they race to
the bottleneck.
Try this: take them
to the beach—
dump them
onto their dirty
brethren, the manifestly
un-elect, and watch
the wind and surf
repatriate them.
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Michael J. Galko