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March 17 Two Kinds of GhostsClick Here!: 1. Ghost Machines
2. Sand Ghosts
until then, I had been working in the sand either mindfully or mindlessly, depending on the day
leaving deliberate or careless imprints,
raising fantastical sculptures, nonsensical miniatures,
pretentiously perfecting only the roundest of circles,
sharpest angles and straightest lines;
my kinetic fingers frantically and unendingly
shaping the sand with water and heart
before dry gentle grains, scurried along by the unkind whims of the
wind, inevitably crept lightly again over my craft.
sometimes I dreamed alone,
sometimes I helped others dream,
sometimes others helped me,
always moved manipulatively beyond words by the most painful fleetingness of only temporary beauty. from time to time, two song sparrows flew in for a closer look, leaving quickly each time in long distances
as if pretending to be disinterested,
one leading, admiring, perhaps even forgetting,
but the other, in fact, remembering every last detail.
one day, when I stopped to look back,
the two birds came of age and seemed to part ways,
the admiring leader still sweeping reassuringly as always
in and out of the skies in marathon directions,
while the song sparrow with a good memory landed
unexpectedly and quite heavily on the sand,
equally heavy in heart and tired breath.
shaking itself off once or twice, stepping back,
the landed sparrow felt compelled of a sudden to look down,
its eyes strangely transfixed onto the depression its two feet made on the sand.
lifting itself up, it re-alighted onto the sand again, leaving a second heavy print,
and then a third and a fourth,
each with increasing purpose and rapidity, each print heavier than the last.
pleased with itself
after thirty or more such prints,
it boldly tiptoed over to an especially tall and inviting mound
that thickly protected deep memories created by another
but a few and many moments ago.
looking around it in inspired delirium,
no longer seeing me or wanting to see me, if it ever did,
the bird quickly made at least a few hundred dizzying prints in succession,
unwittingly demolishing in a semi-calculated fever of delight
the remainder of the silly foundation of an ancient inherited architecture.
amused, desolate, I realized I was still there, unwelcome
but dusk had come and it was time to go home,
so I left the newly reinvented sand sparrow
and wished it well with all my
broken heart.
-Mina A. Lang, pseudonym November 16 Arm Joe, Earth-Friendly Peanuts and Burt on BeesClick Here!: Les Misérables, Guilty-Gear style. --
100% water-dissolvable cornstarch packaging peanuts
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