Ambush
AMBUSH
There are times
when you walk down the hall to
yet another meeting, walk from your
car to the strip mall pharmacy that dispenses
your Viagra, or stand before a classroom of
dedicated students for another stimulating lecture
on urban ecosystems, that some sound, some color,
some geometric pattern triggers unwanted memories
about people you loved that didn’t get your best,
that were somehow roughed up by the mean,
the mercurial, the muscular machinations that
served your righteous way forward and
suddenly your are naked, a declining
physique with an fascinating tapestry of surgical
scars, blotches and bruises from rugby,
relationships and reckless behaviors, and the people
around you are unknowing, unforgiving, uncomfortable
with your silence, wishing you’d move on instead of
searching in the hallway, the cracked parking lot, your
hand-written lecture notes for the clothing and armor that
have carried you this far or at least for a robe that might
hide the embarrassment of your shame and your guilt
and the nasty suspicion that, given another
chance, you’d behave the same way again!
Copyright © Emanuel Carter | Year Posted 2021
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