In Place of a Parade – Michael Trocchia

There came a genius, strutted
in like a pigeon, shat on a statue,
angel-ambition in his eye.
Then came a lover, drool-faced
and mush; then a two-tongued
charmer tied to an electric post,
snakeless, chalk-smoke trailing
off a finger. Then came a giver,
hardened heart for a head, longing
for life, an unwrapped lamp in one
hand. Then came a newsman, breaking
smile, anchored walk, belly down
to the knees. Then came tourists,
a chorus of reluctance and listening
for once. Then came a blue balloon,
a ton of horses and horns squeezing
out air; then a loose-limbed drummer
boy, uniformed in oversized ceremony,
pounding out unleveled sound;
and every damn champion standing
by in the street, a fist punched through.

About the Author: Michael Trocchia lives in the Shenandoah Valley, where he teaches philosophy and works in the library at James Madison University. His poems and prose have appeared in journals such as Baltimore Review, The Boiler, Tarpaulin Sky, Open Letters Monthly, and Vestal Review. Visit him at michaeltrocchia.com

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