Movements
Turn your eyes inward,
Follow the flight of the soul.
Chase it down the corridors of self,
Watching where it flies
Trailing fear and electricity---
Until safe upon the inner trails,
It stops to rest,
Weary from shock.
Circle behind,
Catch it unaware,
Grill it over a low flame
For ten minutes.
Add potato salad.
Serves one.
Copyright © Scott Carrier | Year Posted 2023
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