Again With Gravity

Happiness takes its leave

Executed

As a tablecloth trick

By an amateur

Sudden

Noisy

Hope, desire and promises

As silver, crystal and china

Lose

Clashing again with gravity

The guy in the bow tie

His lovely assistant

The only half-expectant spectators

Shake their heads

Murmur something and linger

But they do move on

The curtain falls

Only I remain

Needing to know

What went wrong

Who’ll clean up this mess

Am I the only soul

Who stood in earnest?

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