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Poetry Friday: You Know by Mary Jo Bang

July 28th, 2017 (06:00 am)

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Wind by Brian Crain

You know, don't you, what we're doing here?
The evening laid out like a beach ball gone airless.

We're watching the spectators in the bleachers.
The one in the blue shirt says, "I knew,

even as a child, that my mind was adding color
to the moment."

The one in red says, "In the dream, there was a child
batting a ball back and forth. He was chanting

that awful rhyme about time that eventually ends
with the body making a metronome motion."

By way of demonstration, he moves mechanically
side to side while making a clicking noise.

His friends look away. They all know
how a metronome goes. You and I continue to watch

because we have nothing better to do.
We wait for the inevitable next: we know the crowd

will rise to its feet when prompted and count -
one-one-hundred, two-one-hundred,

three-one-hundred - as if history were a sound
that could pry apart an ever-widening abyss

with a sea on the bottom. And it will go on like this.
The crowd will quiet when the sea reaches us.

- You Know by Mary Jo Bang

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Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: July 29th, 2017 01:10 pm (UTC)

This poem creates such a dreamlike feeling.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: July 29th, 2017 02:07 pm (UTC)
RE: dream

I love how calm, almost blasé the observers are.

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: July 30th, 2017 01:18 pm (UTC)

I'm reminded of the current state of affairs in our country. We watch the spectators, and they don't make any sense. We watch the main event, and it makes even less sense than that!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: July 30th, 2017 05:32 pm (UTC)

I hope more people stand up for what's right.

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