Nov
20
Lost on a Tuesday
Filed Under Poegles
Here is another fine poegle from our favorite Blue Ridge poegler, Polly.
Visiting the Lost City
For years I had hoped. We were so
eager to please; we created dreams, came out of our shell.
The dream was simple.
It’s like this: finding a lost city when you
can’t ask directions, or becoming lost in the middle
of the sound,
halfway between shore and the huge island.
Being human, you think first of those
you love.
It was Tuesday; Tuesdays, normally known
for their passive attitude.
Then we grieve for the city whose profile
was mutilated, just like that.
On the day before Tuesday, after all,
survival, fear and lost
had different meanings than they did the day after.
-by Polly in Virginia (search term ‘lost on a Tuesday’)
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