The Good You Say

by Vyt Bakaitis

Colors faded with assorted voices
that was when I first closed my eyes

and the blur was astonishing

The next thing that happened
before it had ever been

the first news the war had ended

and not been there either

that the sun the moon the stars kept me spellbound
and that had been the one wish

only to tear the letter with the invitation
open with my teeth

new ponds the fish no longer swim in
while coins devalue as they sink in the brine

slow–motion spin
with the sun no longer
losing its sheen