the jubilation disgusted them both
in two completely separate
and tiring ways.
somewhere between the clatter,
the clamor,
and the fancy dreams
is some sort of standard…
a banner held high,
waving admonished
to a crowd in jubilation…
sans one.
but the jubilation disgusted them both.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 116
Jubilations
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