Hiding under the vines as the procession marches by
she can see so many things
your love
disappointments
and envy
The parade rounds the corner
a flash of brass
slash the sass
moody
moving messages of yes and no
She can almost make out her upside-down reflection in a tuba
Here come the girls, one, two, three
What story do they believe?
Throw it high, twist it tight — walk it in a straight line
What is most cherished, for I’m confused
Its dirty inside her boots —
They’re filled with sweat, gravel and soot
I’m watching your parade
I’m designing my charade
At the bottom of the well sits one tiny seed
What will they feed it?
Distractions of confetti
Spinners
and coins of all sizes
She watches and grows
She takes on the stories
She assumes the shapes that you present
She sees the cords, the tape, and the clips
now she knows it’s all one big show
Prevent
Can’t
Prevent