Gold Bugs Pt II

by Brian Fuchs

The search has continued
and I have come to realize the
lack of significance in so
many things. That valued token,
the small French bauble that must
have reminded you of me --
it is now with me, as you have
more important matters at hand.
And I have found a perfect home
for it, among my own charms that
make me smile. What now? Shall I continue
the search? When I see you again,
will you be anticipating another;
and will it disappoint you if
I haven't had the strength to go on?
You weren't warm and you didn't smile
on that final mortal day. They
had forgotten to adorn you with the shells
from your backyard's fence. The discarded
cases of the aging insects.
I imagined them there in your hair
sprayed gold and violet against the
gray beautiful mass of hair, enhancing you
and I smiled, as I do when I see your golden cicada.



Posted on 05/28/2009
Copyright © 2020 Brian Fuchs

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