Crash Landing, Christine Tabaka

Mark Terry, “Metamorphosis,” Sacred Vessel Series, 24 x 10 x 8,
wood-fired stoneware, Noble Hill Anagama

 

 

Crash Landing

The entire city was asleep, as if everyone had
fallen off the edge of the universe. The sound
of the fountains was heightened by the night.

Each footstep echoed your name loudly
through the emptiness, as it bounced
back to me off of brick walls.

A soft glow filled the sky, as the moon rose
above the haze. It was the ultimate romance
novel, that had gone completely wrong.

The city of dreams lay before me, but I was all
alone, experiencing my own thoughts while
seeing life through someone else’s eyes.

Then all of a sudden there you were,
standing right before me. A white rose in
your hand, saying your good-byes.

As petals fell softly onto the sidewalk,
landing with a crash so deafening
that it woke the morning.

___________________
Christine Tabaka

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